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I shot guns when I was eight
It was great

And my Dad got mad
But I love him so
And he loves me so back

And my brother too

And to sin in the city is fine
But it’s not where we come from most of the time
And I can look back
But only for a second
‘Fore it makes me sad

The horseman is headless
But I know the secret beneath

And chainsaws and sparklers
And my Mom in a box in the barn

And my brother too

And to sin in the city is fine
But it’s not where we come from most of the time
And I can look back
But only for a second
‘Fore it makes me sad

And I learned that Jeremiah
Was a man and not a frog like I am

And I learned you got to move forward
In order to move along

And my brother learned that too

And to sin in the city is fine
But it’s not where we come from most of the time
And I can look back
But only for a second
‘Fore it makes me sad

And my brother too

I shot guns when I was eight

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