The Sad Punk
CHARLES THOMPSON
I smell smoke that comes from a gun
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It was a long time ago, could have happened to anyone
He was struck by a bullet and he melted into fluid
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One thousand miles an hour, I'm just like anyone
I want to feel the road of tar beneath the wheel
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And evolving from the sea would no be too much time for me
To walk beside you in the sun
I read something about a son of a gun
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