| Bullets |
|---|
| Trains don’t cry |
| And bullets don’t sing |
| A broken heart ain’t worth anything |
| Even a bird of prey lets out some kind of scream |
| I would have never done to you what you done to me Fifty odd dollars and some dry alcohol |
| Stand on the stairway, against the wall |
| Even a preacher, Lord, sometimes he just can’t believe |
| I would have never done to you what you done to me Lies on your table |
| Lies in your eyes |
| Lies in your face |
| Lies in your smile |
| Trains only leave |
| And bullets just scream |
| I would have never done to you what you done to me |
| I would have never done to you whaty ou done to me |
| I would have never done to you what you done to me |
Lyrics Bullets - Fred Eaglesmith
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Song from the album: 50 Odd Dollars
In the genre:Кантри
Release date:14.06.1999
Song language:English
Record label:New Razor & Tie Enterprises, Razor & Tie
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