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Jul 2014
I feel like I should walk around armed
because your body is a loaded gun
and if it came to a shoot out
I wouldn't survive, I couldn't survive

Your finger is always on the trigger
and I can't find a way to disarm your gun
on the best of days they're salt bullets
that could break my bones
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