| Looking down through the barrel of my gun
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| Not the first time for me to see
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| Stare down through the barrel of this gun
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| The west coast the east coast freight train
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| Pull me up through the barrel of my gun
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| Not the next time for me to see
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| Staring down through the barrel of this gun
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| It’s the west coast the east coast freight train
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| And all these walls form these mountains
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| And in my head there’s no more time
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| Wheels spinning on the asphalt of this ground
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| .38 is for you to see
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| wheels never stop turning in my head
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| It’s the west coast the east coast freight train
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| My wheels burning on the asphalt of your ground
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| .45 again for you to see
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| wheels never stop turning on my ground
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| It’s the west coast its the east coast freight train
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| And all these walls form these mountains
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| And in my head there was no more pain
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| Your body was blue is what your friend’s said
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| I never meant to hurt you it’s true
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| (Gracias a David por esta letra) |