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It's not impossible to see the infinite sillouhette that tore right through him. |
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The ghosts in every town, they just don't see, the silver lining found in that corporate cloud. |
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Pockets full of spent bullets, old train tickets, and pictures of the sun that couldn't warm up those winter eyes. |
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It's not impossible to breath with flooded lungs, or winterize the scenes that leave you numb. |
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A tire fire in the night, a painting that never dries, a wooden shield under machine gun fire. |
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Pockets full of spent bullets, old train tickets, and pictures of the setting sun across a desert sprawl while hangin at the governers ball |
