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The gunman is a friend. He was born in this street He played in our arms We saw him bawl and grow Feel the pain of being alive We turned our heads on time To ignore the early signs "Oye boy! Get outta here." Let him live in fear He's a problem, not mine. He'll do just fine. If not, we can always say The gunman is no friend, Just another headline.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
Our friend, the Gunman
The gunman is a friend. He was born in this street He played in our arms We saw him bawl and grow Feel the pain of being alive We turned our heads on time To ignore the early signs "Oye boy! Get outta here." Let him live in fear He's a problem, not mine. He'll do just fine. If not, we can always say The gunman is no friend, Just another headline.
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Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
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