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7 days in a week
7 more mistakes to make
Tears roll down my cheeks
And then my hands start to shake

Russian roulette in my palm
My heart is on the floor
These 7 things that have happened
Made me not love you anymore

7 chambers
You slept in each one
7 slots
In this changing gun

Was it bad luck
My brain exploded?
Or were you surprised
It was fully loaded?

I lost the game
The 7 heartaches sank in
For the 7th time
I let your sweet talk win

Second time is always the charm
For us it was 7
Wind blowing, sky graying
Like a life long trip to heaven

Yet, I'll use words
Which strike you dumb
Number 7
Is unlucky for some