Under the gun, coming undone
Ain't having much fun anymore
Make love to the mad man inside
Get nothing back in return
Or maybe I'm just giving up
I can still hear her saying
You will strip down your pride
If you just make up your mind
No matter what you decide
You'll never make it right
Under the gun, coming undone
Just coming all easy and fast
Much longer than "good enough"
No matter how big and tough
Even with the deepest in love
This broken down satellite
Is coming in clear tonight
There are no survivors in sight
I can still hear her saying
It's just you've been crawling along
There's no need to cry anymore
It won't repair a thing now
We've got the rest of our lives
So let's take a chance on it all
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