Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to anda we could take to the highway
With this bagasi, batang of ammunition too
I'd end my days with anda in a hail of bullets
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let anda know just how much anda mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and
I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store atau two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to anda and we'll keep it running
But this time, I mean it
I'll let anda know just how much anda mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying...
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