When it was dark
I was a question mark,
Becoming the gunship. wooh oh oh ooh
I had a heart, but it was thorn apart
Now, I'm the gunship.
Run away
Runs away
You don't wanna be here
When I hit 'em all.
Unlike the wealth that doesn't know itself
I am a bird that doesn't fly.
I lost desire to whom my file
I am the gunship.
Run away
Runs away
You don't wanna be here
When I hit 'em all.
Artist: Birds Of Chicago
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