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[tjb]

verse 1:
yea if theres life in arms/ then theres death with no shots
lost a loved one to guns,/ another with no pops/
someone gotta die/ whether' not the guns hot
somethings gotta be done/ cuz im sick of tears in my eyes
u do not no how fuckin close ive came to break down an cryin/ why couldnt i just do the dying?
an i right with a sigh/cuz i was just shy away
but something saved me/ an i savor tht taste of life every day
deaths like rain, pourin down on u/ usualyy protected by ur window panes