It isn't finished but i have this so far
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You Owe Me Nothing But Love
Walking in a field, seems to me
The Sun grows more red as we pass by
I can't remember the last we did something for the first time
And adoration seems seems to olden
Never a truth or lie
I envy the sun and wish to be born again
But even the sun must die
But it's alright, lay silent and never moving
The moon will keep you company till the morning
Dew drops fall from trees
To be taken by flowers yearning
You owed me nothing but love
Yet hate was all my earnings
You took my feelings of not being alone
Now only water on my face from sadness's storm
A hand in the dark to show me the way
With a gun in the other hand
Getting pulled to my face