Darling, don't you understand that there are no winners Or medals hung from silken strands to greet you at the finish As we're dissolving into the sea I only take what I can carry As the council's combing through our debris For the treasures we never bury My love, why do you run From my hands, oh, no guns Darling, though you may pretend Pretend that you're selfless You break with but the slightest bend And it leaves you lost and helpless So to whom will you place the call On the coldest night of winter As numbers change and people fall And friends they always splinter My love, why do you run From my hands, oh, no guns My love, why do you run From my hands, oh, no guns They hold no guns No, not a one
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