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Pushing through the topsoil,
I'm blinking in the light,
Shading my eyes from the morning sun.
I just wish that I could still
See the world sometimes
The way I saw the world when I was young.
Sleeping with a gun,
Sleeping with a gun,
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow.
Sometimes it gets lonely
Being valiantly alone.
Sometimes I wish I was there with you.
I get sad just thinking
Of all the little things
I never ever had the heart to do.
Sleeping with a gun,
Sleeping with a gun,
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow.
If I looked out of a
Different window would the
Snow still fall as beautiful?
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