Conflats

Buried Guns

by Out Lines

on Conflats (2017)

I said that I need this place
As I hold your face
The color's not gray
And come with me now
You call me your friend
You show me this place
But, I've been disgraced
And I'm not sure

I won't be round in the end my love
I won't be round in the end my love

Yes you, it's always the truth
You're showing your roots
And you need this place
And come with me now
I see you in town
Wearing your gowns
And I'm such a clown

And, I know your face
I know your face
I know your face
I'm not sure
I'm not sure
I'm not sure
I'm not sure

This is bad, as it's been when you're not with me
This is bad, as it's been, be sure to miss me
If you see it through
You can see it through
If you see it through

I said that I need this place
As I hold your face
The color's not gray
Come with me now
I won't be round in the end

I won't be round in the end
I won't be round in the end my love
And I won't be round in the end my love
And I won't be round in the end my love
I won't be round in the end my love

I won't be there for
And I won't be there for

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