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You're sitting pretty computers up to ceiling
You're crying poverty man you don't know the meaning
You drink our lives and thoughts and cry out "Gunshot"
Your privileged camera's on a roll
But that don't mean your child shouldn't grow
You drink our lives and thoughts and cry out "Gunshot"
You fluster solemnly of waters never chartered
Stop living through my stories go get started
You drink our lives and thoughts and then you cry "Gunshot"
Go soak up history now I have departed
You privileged child let's get you started
You mock our lives and thoughts and wonder why you feel gunshot
Shoot at it
Angel: Little little little white light emanating
Shoot at the edge
A single solid silver bright illuminating
Shoot at the edge
Your privileged camera's on a roll
But that don't mean your ice cubes need to glow
You toast our lives and thoughts then cry out "Gunshot"
Shoot at it shoot just one more gunshot
You ever wonder why you thought the blows we 're dealt were just a sport
Your attitude your vault and fort, you're gunshot
A gingham cushion there for you to rest your weary head, review,
Our lives and thoughts are simple noughts
You're gunshot, that's true
Shoot at it
Aim for the edge...
Shoot at it shoot at it shoot at it
© Trystette & THL
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