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Like a magazine locked and caged, in between sweaty hands cast away the shells, cartridges, the bullets and me tell it all away it's just a dream, just a dream and hope you're still awake when the shooting ends.
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 10:35 PM UTC
Lock, stock and barrel
Like a magazine locked and caged, in between sweaty hands cast away the shells, cartridges, the bullets and me tell it all away it's just a dream, just a dream and hope you're still awake when the shooting ends.
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andrew-layman
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 10:35 PM UTC
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