Run From The Gun

Tom : C
G C F
I got mad at history
G C F
Picked it up and fell in love with everything
G C F
Men and pen and paper
G C F C
Like the wind you let em in now they'll never leave

[Refrão]
G C
Run from the gun, dont be afraid
G C
Run from the gun where the dead lay
G C
Run from the gun, dont be afraid
F
Run from the gun

[Próxima Parte]
You were sweet as poison
Dried my mouth, took me out, and left me glad
You did me no favors
It was done by the last one that i ever had

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[Próxima Parte]
It was loaded with the pressure
Too much pressure to be measured
I was holding you off the wrong
And it felt right...
I got let down gently
Never even knew the end was on the way
Then I made my peace there
Opened eyes and to my surprise it was a waste
Run from the gun, dont be afraid
Run from the gun with the deadly
Run from the gun, dont be afraid
Run from the gun