When there ain't enough of me to go around
I'd rather be left alone
But if I call you out of habit
I'm out of love and I gotta have it
Would you give it to me if I fit your needs
Like when we both knew we had it
But now the damage's done
And we're back out on the run
Funny how everything was Roses
When we held on to the Guns
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