Lyrics

Everybody's on the run but I've got lots of time
To sit and think about what I've done
Everybody lost their head and now I'm losing mine
They say a girl is a gun
And I've been thinking of you
I'm way out of line
Jesus on the real
Won't see you in '99
Pale moon was arising
When you made up your mind
And I'll never love like I loved you
So I'll wait around to die
And I've been thinking of you
I'm way out of line
Jesus on the real
Won't see you in '99
Pale moon was arising
When you made up your mind
And I'll never love like I loved you
So I'll wait around to die
Written by: Truman Sinclair
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