Golden Revolver

Take your blinkers off this time and maybe,
Maybe you will find what you’re looking for; is heavenly the sky
Slow down and read the signs
Cause you’re going too fast and you’re leaving us behind.
So why would I try?
When you’re not even remotely, remotely kind?
You can find love in the most extraordinary places
Hiding away so no one can trace them
You duck and weave through the maze of hatred,
And found yourself something but you kept it all
So why would I try?
When you’re not even remotely, remotely kind?
You shot me with your golden revolver
Before I could take mine out of the holster
And you left me there lying on the ground,
And you were nowhere, nowhere to be found.
So why would I try?
When you’re not even remotely, remotely kind?
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