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We wear our hearts on our sleeves
Tattooed to the teeth
With our politics in rolled up jeans
That we take off so easily
No names, no feelings
Under the gun, we run run run
What does that say about us
What does that say about love
Love is a word that we use too often
Like God, yes and no, and I'm sorry
But my dear, you look so fine
With pistols drawn in morning light
Saying, make my day, boy, and I'll make you mine
I bought you flowers on the walk home
Wrote songs from letters and love notes
It's not a problem because I want
It's a problem because I get
And it clouds my judgement
There are no secrets you keep next to me
Because you talk in your sleep
When I'm closer than close could ever be
But close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
When I am yours and he is your dream
Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
Everything else is miles away
