"Friendly Fire" lyrics
"Friendly Fire"
(feat. Ella Mae Mason)
When an angry word gets spoken
It's like a bullet from a gun
You can't take it back
You can't take it back
While the barrel's still smoking
You wonder lord what have I done
You can't take it back
You can't take it back
So when I see the things I do
Hope you know they're not aimed at you
When the smoke clears you're the one, defending me
The world tries to shoot me down
And you're the only one around
Sometimes I mistake you, for the enemy
Baby this ain't my desire
It's just friendly fire
In the heat of the moment baby
I can be so cold
I don't mean it
No I don't mean it
But the vows are never broken 'cause
I know that you know
I don't mean it
No I don't mean it
So when I see the things I do
Hope you know they're not aimed at you
When the smoke clears you're the one, defending me
The world tries to shoot me down
And you're the only one around
Sometimes I mistake you, for the enemy
Baby this ain't my desire
It's just friendly fire
When the
Front line is closing in
You can't tell just who's your friend
You end up hurting the ones you love
So when I see the things I do
Hope you know they're not aimed at you
When the smoke clears you're the one, defending me
The world tries to shoot me down
And you're the only one around
Sometimes I mistake you, for the enemy
Baby this ain't my desire
No this ain't my desire
It's just friendly fire
An angry word gets spoken
It's like a bullet from a gun
You can't take it back
You can't take it back
- AZLyrics
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- Matt Mason Lyrics
album:
"Time's All I Got" (2024)
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