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​No Smoke, No Gun

This song is by Don Brownrigg and appears on the album It Takes All Kinds (To Make This World, I Find) (2013).

With the I's on the prize to begin
The sentences of the states they're in
To find their kind, a penchant for the win
But the length of try is only deep as skin

When I dreamed somebody into life
And how they'd fit mine
I don't know why I dreamed all but the eyes
And the lucid dreams stay longer than the night

And you are just an ornamental one
I'm a serenade undone
You are just an ornamental one
So soon you're gone
No smoke, no gun

Through all the eyes and all the lies no waste in time
Just the things that decorate the life
But to waste tries and to blur lines
On then which you do rely
Barely ever things come as surprise

When you are just an ornamental one
A serenade undone
When you are just an ornamental one
So soon you're gone
No smoke no gun

I have truths but I've played parts and I've told lies
I eat the fact, played hearts, I realize
I've grown to know, it's no surprise
I now know why I dreamed all but the eyes
I dreamed all but the eyes 'cause it takes all kinds to make this world, I find

It takes all kinds to make this world, I find
It takes all kinds to make this world, I find
It takes all kinds to make this world, I find
When you are just an ornamental one
A serenade undone
When you are just an ornamental one
So soon you're gone
No smoke no gun