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Sound Of A Gun

 

Sound Of A Gun

(álbum: Class Of Cardinal Sin - 2021)


I heard the sound of a gun
As I was making my way down the dock
That sat beside your old house
When my head was a tyranny

I heard a crack in your voice
And barely made out my words in response
But nonetheless I broke down
I'm pretty sure that was home for me

Danny you were always ten feet from me laying in your bed
Like a safe house on the shore
A place I'd come to call a happy time, an upright spine
That held a life that's in decline
When all the water built inside my head

I came to stay at your house
To get away from the noises in my room
I drank a bowl of your mother's homemade soup
As we sat on your roof

I took some comfort and thought, there's no way it could be so bad
That a knife in my chest isn't worth all the stress
Maybe I should move away

Danny you were always ten feet from me laying in your bed
Like a safe house on the shore
A place I'd come to call a happy time, an upright spine
That held a life that's in decline
When all the water built inside my head

The open wound that begs for salt
My limbs strapped in a rusty vault
That colors me a special shade of green

The open wound that begs for salt
My limbs strapped in a rusty vault
That colors me a special shade of green

The open wound
That begs for salt
My limbs strapped in a rusty vault
That colors me a special shade of green

The open wound that begs for salt

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