From the moment I woke,
In receipt of a blackmail note,
And all of these curious eyes,
A new disease of the last seen eyes,
A live christ in the city,
I got my black-eyed mind,
I'm gonna poison up the wrong way round,
Like a bad design.

It's in the way that I'm cold,
Left dealing with a famished soul,
I won't give you the time,
It's greed sparked in a goldmine,
I can't view your condition,
It's as failed as they come,
Great failures are forced into our famished eyes
With a gun.

It's in the way that I'm cold,
Left dealing with a famished soul,
It's all as fake as they come,
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun.

Your point of collapse-
My mark of indifference,
Its all as fake as they come,
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun,
It's not like you care,
Even at my insistence,
Its all as fake as they come-
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun.

I won't give you the time,
It's grief sparked in a goldmine,
Its in the way that I'm cold,
Left dealing with a famished soul,
Its all as fake as they come,
Burn my eyes like a sunset gun.
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Sunset Gun Lyrics

The Damage Manual – Sunset Gun Lyrics

Songwriters: CHRISTOPHER CONNELLY, GEORDIE WALKER, JOHN WARDLE, MARTIN ATKINS
Sunset Gun lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY

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