Shoot me like a dove.
Kick me out and throw me down
The last person left is you with a frown.
With wandering eyes, but a mind set for truth
A voice so sweet, a touch so smooth.
Cut me off on the telephone
Abandon me after the time goes numb.
Raise me up like a budding rose
Trim my soul like a cockroach.
Tell me that you're missing me
Tell me that you want me to be free.
Broken and lost
No more violin string.
White, the color as pure as love
Bleeding red, I shot the dove.
A voice so sweet, a touch so smooth.
Cut me off on the telephone
Abandon me after the time goes numb.
Raise me up like a budding rose
Trim my soul like a cockroach.
Tell me that you're missing me
Tell me that you want me to be free.
Broken and lost
No more violin string.
White, the color as pure as love
Bleeding red, I shot the dove.
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