Blowing up the past, drop a rose for the shy girl. I'm hot blooded and cold. Moment of silence for a bit, here's your hit. Five fingers to your face 'cause you know it slaps. Bullets for words shooting off of my tongue. Oh, Lord, oh, what have I done? The funny thing is, mm, the funny thing is, you're only someone when somebody kills you. A murder scene leave her dead and gone. Lift your head to the sky. Baby, you know time keeps on passing by. No more, better behave, throw the dirt on the grave. No, she can't be saved. She's dead and gone. Oh, she's dead, she's gone. She's dead and gone. Oh, she's dead and gone.
Dead And Gone by Leigh Anne





















