This is song call' bullet
I'm just a cool handed fool gonna ride it out with the sun
Now I'm to crawl through the fold and the curls of the human mind
'Cause I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I
Bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away
With three little colors, lying in the gutter
They're lying in the heart
They're still aching from a dream
Bu' the feel of a bullet cold until it finds the hole, hey
I'm just a cool handed fool gonna ride it out with the sun
Now I'm to crawl through the fold and the curls of the human mind
An' I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I
The bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away
'Cause I'm
'Cause I'm in a world of marching soldiers and who am I
The bullet for guns through the door and retires and it fades away
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