"guNs" genre: Indie
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	Lyrics Send me a smile in the mail Don't be shy Just let it goooooo Drop me a line my friend We'll take a trip down to Mexico Drink wine and watch the land get stripped Broadcast it to the people back home With shiny shoes and betrayed truths We'll let them know that the world will explode Everyone get on the floor There's a gun pointed straight at you We're committing suicide By treating the world like a PROSTITUTE They fired the first shot Now we're coming to bury those fools Those fooooooooools We shouldn't have to live like this We shouldn't have to conform to fools I feel like I've been pistol whipped By the thief of the holy truth I'd wish upon a star But I can't see the stars in the city Its time to take the training wheels off The little soldier's finally ready

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