The Blog That Jane Likes

This photograph of you and me
In these old boots are brand new
Look at you
Smile, smile, smile
Look at you

What has become of us?
Chasing the avalanche down
Watching the world on TV
There must be something better on

Shotgun
It's for putting in your mouth, babe
In a world so upside down
Pretty patterns on the wall
Send your mother screaming down the hall, babe
Baby, oh no
Why did you not just talk to me, my love?
What are you thinking of this?
Yeah, yeah
Why would, why would, why would you do such a thing, my love?
If only you're strong enough
Yeah, oh no
I'm running, I'm running, yeah
Blame about, complain about it
Talk to me, talk, oh

What has become of us?
Chasing the avalanche down
Watching the world on TV
There must be something better on
I know I will, don't think you're over with
So I wonder if, if I could ever talk you out of it
Oh my things I said, that I would be if I could hold her on
Don't cry about the war
If you, that's you, would hang on this shoulder by my side

Shotgun
It's the strangest thing of all
What we do when we fall down
Some kind of giving way
Oh, don't, don't, help
I'm finding my way, finding my way, find a way, yeah
Yeah, don't oh
Yeah, hold on
Shotgun

So, what has become of us?
Chasing the avalanche down
Watching the world on TV
There must be something better on

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