Found you in the morning
in the morning sun
you were lying face down
in the muddy ground
I can’t quite remember
how it came about
guess you were annoying me
playing with my gun
When will you stop singing me that song
When will you stop singing it all wrong
All the birds were singing
in the evening sun
I was pouring sweat
and looked at my gun
You were running circles
in the dusty yard
guess I lost my temper
and shot you down
I will kill that boy…
Now I guess I’ll never
see the sun again…
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