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