My Silhouette

James And The Cold Gun

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Like a finger through a web
It rears its ugly head
Bend the knee or it's bound to break
Can't decide on the words to say
I'm on and off and on and off and on

Tried to paint the apple red
But took a bite now I'm fooled, I'm fooled again
Bend the knee or it's bound to break
Can't decide on the words to say
I'm on and off and on and off and on

Saint or a sinner
I am a loaded gun
Call me a stranger
A thief of the joy you love
My colours bleed with apathy
A shadow's hanging over me
Call me a stranger, call me a stranger
Now all that's left is my silhouette, my silhouette
Now all that's left is my silhouette, my silhouette, my silhouette

Now all that's left is my silhouette
Now all that's left is my silhouette, my silhouette
Now all that's left is my silhouette
Now all that's left is my silhouette, my silhouette, my silhouette

Saint or a sinner
I am a loaded gun
Call me a stranger
A thief of the joy you love
My colours bleed with apathy
A shadow's hanging over me
Call me a stranger, call me a stranger
Thief of the joy you love
Thief of the joy you love
Thief of the joy you love

Now all that's left is my silhouette, my silhouette
Now all that's left is my silhouette, my silhouette
Now all that's left is my silhouette, my silhouette
Now all that's left is my silhouette, my silhouette, my silhouette