Gunshot in the dark
The lights dimmed on the street.
By your grave.
I remember if it was yesterday ago.
When the cold wind blows.
The blood soaks the snow.
It was a gunshot in the dark.
By your grave.
By your grave.
I remember if it was yesterday ago.
When the cold wind blows.
The blood soaks the snow.
It was a gunshot in the dark.
By your grave.
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