Album: January Journal
Under the gun
I am not one
To sweat a thing out
To sit a thing out
I'm gonna make a move
I'm gonna make some noise
I'm not afraid to fight
I'm not afraid to bite
I will get closer to you
Under the sun
It rains and it pours
On the ones who have much
On the ones who are poor
It's a pity for the fools
Who are stuck in the mud
It's a shame on the souls
Too afraid to run
True love, true love
I don't guess
True love, true love
What a mess
True love, true love
Yeah it's the best
True love, true love
True love, true love
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