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Why shoot three bullets John?
in all your best friends heads
A new terror on this April Sixteenth…
(And) The nation falls in shock
watching one more time
as youngs shooters praying for peace

A cold day Nor’easter blowing ‘long the coasts
Stirring faint and forgotten ghosts.
Remembering sexual abuses when he was young
John loaded his rifle,cocked his gun

Within Virginia – hallowed school halls
Noises erupt where student life falls.
End to end – campus covered in fear.
Ricochets echo as the gunman draws near.

PRESTRIBILLO
While he´s running for the corridors,
waiting to see who to shoot
They ask Why here? (Maybe )
He’ll end in a mental hospital
Another visit to a Correctional facility
Why was it him

Again a new school shooter on Virginia Tech
Noises made up for what could not be seen.
A first bullet to Molly It´s hard to believe
they say 31 are now dead…

The other someones head is bashed in with a tool
He looked at his hands and their red with blood
Remembering rabidly those dreadful days
Looking at their faces smashed in the mud

PRESTRIBILLO
While he´s running for the corridors,
waiting to see who to shoot
They ask Why here? (Maybe )
He’ll end in a mental hospital
Another visit to a Correctional facility
Why was it him

ESTRIBILLO
Why shoot three bullets John?
in all your best friends heads
A new terror on this April Sixteenth…
(And) The nation falls in shock
watching one more time
as youngs shooters praying for peace

PUNTEO

PRESTRIBILLO
While he´s running for the corridors,
waiting to see who to shoot
They ask Why here? (Maybe )
He’ll end in a mental hospital
Another visit to a Correctional facility
Why was it him

ESTRIBILLO
Why shoot three bullets John?
in all your best friends heads
A new terror on this April Sixteenth…
(And) The nation falls in shock
watching one more time
as youngs shooters praying for peace

Why shoot three bullets John?
in all your best friends heads
A new terror on this April Sixteenth…
(And) The nation falls in shock
watching one more time
as youngs shooters praying for peace.

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