Locksmith
every story that you tell ends so sadly I wanna save you on my white horse maybe I am just keen to a tragedy you say you dont wanna go home cuz it brings to your knees let me be your locksmith baby let me set you free you put the gun on the table said save me if your able and I'll kiss you like I'm grateful for the a taste of a life less hateful you put the gun on the table
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