take me out [part 2]

Ricochets across the ruins as words fly like shrapnel, ripping sinew and nerve ending.

If you’re lonely, you know I’m here waiting for you.

I’m just a crosshair, just a shot away from you; but if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered, I lie.

We’re just a crosshair, just a shot, then we can die.

I know I won’t be leaving here with you.

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franz ferdinand, take me out