Guns Songtext
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I find it hard to come back to this place
Where lives won′t change
It's so strange to draw lines in the sand
With our guns in our hands
And our hearts on the mend
My dearest friend, my friend

It′s so hard to end up at this place
But lives would not change
Now comes the time to draw lines in the sand
Drop our guns from our hands
Have the faith to understand
It's the means to many ends


It's so hard not to see your face
But lives must change

It was so hard to lay down at her side
With your heart on my mind
And your form not far behind
With your heart on my mind
And your form not far behind
With your heart on my mind
And your form not far behind
With your heart on my mind
And your form not far behind

With your heart on my mind
And your form not far behind

Oh, how I yearn to be there