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If love's a gun, you're my trigger, babe
If love's a gun, you're my trigger, bang
If love's a gun, I'm better off dead.
Bang Bang shoot shoot me down
I like it rough, and you like it round
Lying in your bed, honey, explosions in my head.
If love's a gun, you're my trigger, babe
If love's a gun, you're my trigger, bang
If love's a gun, I'm better off dead.
(Aggression). You push it babe
(And temptation). You push it babe
And since I met you, I just ain't the same
Pretty soon, you're gonna change my name.
If love's a gun, you're my trigger, babe
If love's a gun, you're my trigger, bang
If love's a gun, I'm better off dead.
I've always been a crazy singer
Said, "fuck suburbia, I want some danger."
But you'll put that ring onto my finger,
Soon we'll be shopping for coffee percolators.
If love is flowers, and love is danger
Change your lady's name, and make her a stranger.
And if love is power, then love's a gun
And if love's a gun, I'm better off dead.
If love's a gun, you're my trigger, babe
If love's a gun, you're my trigger, bang
If love's a gun, I'm better off
If love's a gun, you're my trigger, babe
If love's a gun, you're my trigger, bang
If love's a gun, I'm better off
If love's a gun, I'm better off
If love's a gun, I'm better off
dead.
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2. |
Fine
03:13
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3. |
I Do Much Better
04:00
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4. |
Stereo
04:32
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5. |
Jet Plane
04:16
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Victim
03:24
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I've had enough of playing victim
It's kinda tough, but I'm ready for big changes
I've had enough of playing victim
It's kinda tough, but I'm ready for big changes
But I'm ready for big changes
But I'm ready to be free
Aah...
CHORUS
Well, you lock me inside this place
And it's your face that I hate
But I'm breaking out into the cold
To chase the Sun, to shake these clouds
From around my soul
Freedom ain't for free, it's time the truth starts singing
I'm learning to speak, and, man, it feels so liberating
Freedom ain't for free, it's been a lifetime
At least for me, to figure out just what I'm feeling
Figure out just what I'm feeling,
Figure out just how to be
Aah...
CHORUS
Well, you lock me inside this place
And it's your face that I hate
But I'm breaking out into the cold
To chase the Sun, to shake these clouds
From around my soul
Ooh...Aah...
CHORUS
Well, you lock me inside this place
And it's your face that I hate
But I'm breaking out into the cold
To chase the Sun, to shake these clouds
From around my soul
I've had enough of playing victim
It's kinda tough, but I'm ready for big changes.
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7. |
Sunday Cups
04:10
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Sunday Cups are best used on Sundays
Blowin' up ain't right on any other day
You gotta keep your cool and your sweet tooth contained
In these parts, we wouldn't have it any other way
The kids all play and you are trying to abstain
From giving it all away and showing your pain
So take another shot and dance until the break of day
In these parts, we wouldn't have it any other way
We're all inside this giant poker game
I called your bluff as i woke up and had enough but still wanna stay
You gotta keep your cool, even when it's fake
In these parts, we wouldn't have it any other way
Your sunday dress is best kept to sundays
Ain't nobody wanna see you good on Monday
You try hard to catch the car, but you know he never brakes
In these parts, we wouldn't have it any other way
Sunday Cups are best used on Sundays
Blowin' up ain't right on any other day
You gotta keep your cool and your sweet tooth contained
In these parts, we wouldn't have it any other way
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8. |
Don't Love Me Blue
04:16
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9. |
Aah, Paris...
03:17
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Je ne, ne parle pas français
Mais vais faire semblant aujourd'hui
You won't see me floating out the door
But I'm goin to a special place
Where nothing is lonely
CHORUS
Me and you and you and him can get away
Anytime reality's bind got
Too much hold onto your mind
We can be together in Paris (be together Paris, baby)
Aah, aah, Paris...
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
And darkness tends to strike
Just before the light
CHORUS
Everybody's walking 'round with eyes closed
I don't know, so you don't know if
Life's a stream inside a dream
Je ne, ne parle pas français
Mais je peux pretendre
You won't see the sun set in my eyes
'Cause here the darkness falls
But there it will rise
Je ne, ne parle pas français
But I will make believe today
I will make believe today
Aah, aah, Paris...
Aah, aah, Paris...
Aah, aah, Paris…
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10. |
I Want To Tell You
04:07
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11. |
Precious One
07:31
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Veronica Bianqui Los Angeles, California
Veronica Bianqui is a garage pop artist based in Los Angeles.
Booking: vbianquimusic@gmail.com
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