Your Gun

Young Lights

Compositor: Young Lights

You got your trouble
I hold your pain
I hold your pain on my shoulders

Just don't come near me with
Don't come near me with your gun

With your gun

You like the weekends high
The weekends high
Sunday's low, oh

Just don't come near me with
Don't you come near me with your gun

With your gun

(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun

We're both loved enough babe
But we're always wanting more
From the back of my mind
The skin on my bones
Through all the love, lust
And restless nights

Just don't come near me

With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun
(Don't come near, don't come near me with)
With your gun