John Garcia - All These Walls | Текст песни

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Looking down through the barrel of my gun
Not the first time for me to see
Stare down through the barrel of this gun
Looking down through the barrel of my gun
Not the first time for me to see
Stare down through the barrel of this gun
The west coast the east coast freight train

Pull me up through the barrel of my gun
Not the next time for me to see
Staring down through the barrel of this gun
It's the west coast the east coast freight train

And all these walls form these mountains
And in my head there's no more time

Wheels spinning on the asphalt of this ground
.38 is for you to see
wheels never stop turning in my head
It's the west coast the east coast freight train

My wheels burning on the asphalt of your ground
.45 again for you to see
wheels never stop turning on my ground
It's the west coast its the east coast freight train

And all these walls form these mountains
And in my head there was no more pain
Your body was blue is what your friend's said
I never meant to hurt you it's true

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