Bullets and bullets and everywhere bullets
Bullets flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
Bullets and bullets and everywhere bullets
Bullets flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having sat in wet paint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having made a false complaint
Bollocks and bollocks and everywhere bollocks
Bollocks flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
Bollocks and bollocks and everywhere bollocks
Bollocks flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having sat in wet paint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having made a false complaint
Caught in the crossfire
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Bullets and bullets and everywhere bullets
Bullets flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
Bullets and bullets and everywhere bullets
Bullets flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having sat in wet paint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having made a false complaint
Bollocks and bollocks and everywhere bollocks
Bollocks flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
Bollocks and bollocks and everywhere bollocks
Bollocks flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having sat in wet paint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having made a false complaint
Caught in the crossfire
Bullets flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
Bullets and bullets and everywhere bullets
Bullets flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having sat in wet paint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having made a false complaint
Bollocks and bollocks and everywhere bollocks
Bollocks flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
Bollocks and bollocks and everywhere bollocks
Bollocks flying all around
Tearing my flesh and tearing my heart
And pushing my face to the ground
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I was caught in the crossfire
I was trapped between a riddle and a saint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having sat in wet paint
I'm learning it the hard way and now I'm accused of having made a false complaint
Caught in the crossfire
Writer: Mårten Svartström
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