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're here- And you're there Well there's guys like you just everywhere Looking back on the good old days? Well this young gun says CAUTION PAYS! Chorus: Young Guns
you're here and you're there Well there's guys like you just everywhere Looking back on the good old days? Well this young gun says caution pays Young guns
down And his mother cried as he walked out Don't take your guns to town son leave your guns at home Bill Don't take your guns to town He laughed and
[Master P] Yo Los, take us to a commercial While we stop to get high y'all check out the Young Guns, ya heard me? Check this out.. If you have four
(dicky barrett/nate albert) Police have no suspects yet, Both women have been shot twice in the head Gang violence in boston No parent has planned that
a notion cold as the night air starts within in my head spreads like ink right through my veins all of our kings are dead i am not a scholar and i don
i was told when i was young, that i could one day hold the world right as it spun, but now it seems as though i've made a mess of everything i've ever
A notion cold as the night air Starts within in my head Spreads like ink right through my veins All of our kings are dead I am not a scholar and I don
Every hour is a season every minute lasts a day so i sit here picking stitches i find comfort in decay how i long to fill my lungs so tell me how does
Young guns never grow old Hold your fire, cool your temper Young guns ever too bold Hold your fire, just remember Young guns never grow old Young guns never grow old Young guns
A continent of doubt weighs heavy on mind, how long can my brittle bones bend, before they yield and snap? I don't wanna know, 'cause i'm so scared
Shadow I cast, well, it weighs more than my soul. And it's the only proof that I am here at all. I will comfortably invite you if you promise to accept
I walk these streets with bloodied hands Looking for the peace I've lost Buried in the sand we live our lives On front lines We are all at war with time
I see the vultures over head (over head) They're circling for the waking dead (waking dead) Walking the line Mile after mile Seems so much further than
Every night I hold a vigil, Is another spent in vain, I never thought I'd find religion, baby, Oh god, save me from this pain I want to sleep, but I
Every hour is a season Every season is a day So I sit here picking stitches 'Cos I find comfort in decay How I long to fill my lungs Tell me how does
