He sits in his cell,
And he lays on his bed.
Covers his head and closes his eyes.
He sees a smoking gun,
And the coward he ran.
And in his arms is the bleeding
Love of his life.
And she cried,
"Kiss it all better,
I’m not ready to go.
It’s not your fault, love,
You didn’t know, wewe didn’t know."
Her hands are so cold,
And he kisses her face
And says, “Everything will be all right."
He noticed the gun,
And his rage grew inside.
He said, “I’ll avenge my lover tonight”.
And she cried,
"Kiss it all better,
I’m not ready to go.
It’s not your fault love,
You didn’t know, wewe didn’t know."
Now he...
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