The
woman's gone.
She's
on the run.
She
took my gun.
The
woman's gone.
You
hear me crying?
You
know I'm dying.
Do
you hear me crying?
You know I'm dying.
The
woman's gone.
She's
on the run.
She took my gun.
She took my gun.
She
packed a gown
and
left this town.
She
hopped a train
She's
on a plane
A knife to the heart
is
no place to start.
The
woman's gone.
She's
on the run.
Our
love is done.
She
took a flight
into
the night.
Dressed
in red
she
walks with the dead.
A knife to the heart
is
no place to start.
The woman's gone.
She's
on the run.
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