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December 08, 2006
Is that alright
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
and Is that alright
Give my gun away
when it's loaded Is that alright
If you don't shoot it
how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright
Give my gun away
when it's loaded Is that alright
with you
Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
and Is that alright
I give my gun away
when it's loaded Is that alright
If you don't shoot it
how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright
I give my gun away
when it's loaded is that alright
Is that alright with you
Is that alright
I give my gun away
when it's loaded
Is that alright
If you don't shoot it
how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright
If I give my gun away
when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you
Is that alright
I give my gun away
when it's loaded
If you don't shoot it
how am I supposed to hold it
I give my gun away
when it's loaded
Is that alright with you no
9 Crimes - Damien Rice & Lisa Hannigan
Posted by administrator at December 8, 2006 12:32 AM
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