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(album: Carissimi - 2022)


Some things are said
When I'm pushed to the edge
I'm falling so fast
How did I get this bad?
Am I holding on just to a thread?
Hoping there's light at the end
Not just this gun to my head
Gun to my head, gun to my

Gun to my head, gun to my head
Gun to my head, gun to my head
Gun to my head, gun to my head
Gun to my...

No more testing, no more no more testing
No more testing, no more no more testing
No more testing, no more no more testing
No more testing, no more no more testing

Love
Why'd I make things so hard?
Love
Think I'm falling apart

Something ain't right
And I can see it in your smile
The more we fight
We can't reconcile

Are you hoping that it's me instead?
Watching the sky turning red
Just with this gun to my head
Gun to my head, gun to my

No more testing, no more no more testing
No more testing, no more no more testing
No more testing, no more no more testing
No more testing, no more no more testing

Love
Why'd I make things so hard?
Love
Think I'm falling apart

I'm betting for salvation
Have you got the patience?
Don't wanna do this on my own
Stronger than the faithful
Yeah, you know your staple
I try to handle what you do

Love
Why'd I make things so hard?
Love
Think I'm falling apart

My head, gun to my head
Gun to my head
My head, gun to my head
Gun to my

No more testing, no more no more testing
No more testing, no more no more testing
No more testing, no more no more testing
No more testing, no more no more testing

Take this gun right from my head, whoa
Take this gun right from my head, now I'm falling apart

Love
Why'd I make things so hard?
Love
Think I'm falling apart

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