Tim Myers - February: Smoking Gun

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I’m a shadow on the road
Creeping underneath your skin
With hands so crimson red
It feels like I’m only eyes on you
I’ll track you down and sing to you
All the lies that you spun
No, you can’t run
You got a smoking gun
You got a smoking gun
A de-seasoned parasite
She’s deformed in the night
It’s all caving in on you
There’s no one else you can turn into
Tangled in a spiderweb
The odds are all against you
Your sinking mind goes storm out
Watch the waves
You came to crash
You’re drowning fast
You got a smoking gun
You got a smoking gun
A de-seasoned parasite
She’s deformed in the night