Star-crossed

I met her in a shooting gallery speedin' like a goose
Back when both of us was used to making strangers
She shook me down for all I had and ever way but loose
But I was still too juiced to feel the danger
And anyway now anymore you don't know which is worse
Fallin' out of love or left behind
I just seen the sweetest dreaming wind up like a curse maybe one too many times
But she said I don't want you baby I just want someone to hold me
I got too much rock and roll to be a wife
I can't live without the lightnin' and I'm scared of growin' older
So I'm bound to keep on runnin' for my life

[ guitar ]
I've seen her roll herself into a tight and tiny ball
Like a belly-gunner crouchin' in a turret
I said I recognize the symptoms girl I got the same disease
I just haven't got a clue to how to cure it
And anyway now anymore you don't know who to trust
Love is wild as lust and just as blind
Anyone who'd ever gonna love me better fool me first
And baby maybe I been one too many times
But she said I don't want...

You wouldn't read my letter if I wrote you you ask me not to call you on the phone
But there's something I wanted to tell you so I wrote it in the verse of this song

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