i need a pillow
a window away from this
and i don't seem to see through
the widows and the colors
what swim across my skin
look up the sun
the guns we've been tough to use
it's false, all wrong
all this abuse
to march is now a sin
the books they've made
are lies to read
the chest the chest
the bullet's warmth
inside inside
to fall and gone
a window away from this
and i don't seem to see through
the widows and the colors
what swim across my skin
look up the sun
the guns we've been tough to use
it's false, all wrong
all this abuse
to march is now a sin
the books they've made
are lies to read
the chest the chest
the bullet's warmth
inside inside
to fall and gone
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