Jayne, come back
I’m such a fool
I’m waiting for your gun
I’m sad I’m sad…
We could have change the world
But I’m waiting for your shot
And I ll hate you, I will hate you, ooh I’ll hate you
Jayne, my girl
I’m waiting for the day when the wind blow all your past
Can you see, can you see, can you see all these bleeding roses
It’s your wicked landscape
Now I see you, Now I feel you, Now I see you...Jayne
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