[from "The Great Gatsby" soundtrack]
Watching the sequence of sounds coming out of your mouth
But the snow is too loud
Follow the hands as they move
Trying to make out your mood
But my brain doesn't want to
Hi, close the door, silent call
For you
What have I done to you
Kill and run
Kill and run
I'm one of the dirty guns
Kill and run
Kill and run
A bullet through your heart
Interpret your eyes as they die
Should I cry? Should I lie?
Your poor lashes blow
Victim of sensory love
You cry all over
An innocent call
Hi, close the door, silent call
For you
What have I done to you
Kill and run
Kill and run
I'm one of the dirty guns
Kill and run
Kill and run
A bullet through your heart
Kill and run
Kill and run
I'm one of the dirty guns
Kill and run
Kill and run
A bullet through your heart
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