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keep my head buried out there in a space filled of tears theres no sense in knocking because theres no one even here dodging bullets just to think right lost in a galaxy of fear keep on my mind that youre out there but your whisper I can barely hear....hes a son of a gun....sparks ricochet all around you in your moment of cheer when you try to find some peace and happiness theres never any near....youre a son of a gun....keep my mind tucked in there just try not to burn the gears I feel the pistol clocking as the time gets so near put it up to my head now try to shoot out all the years keep on my mind youre still out there with hope in your voice I can finally hear....Im a son of a gun
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 17:59:52 +0000

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