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Paroles de la chanson Battling Guns par Slomosa
C'mon closer, listen up.
You talk, while our lives stop.
Hiding behind your four white walls.
Which one will be the first to fall?
Days are stolen from young and old.
Waking up, morning so cold.
Try to change it all too late.
Never learn from your mistakes.
Throwing rocks.
Battling guns.
Not fair to me.
Growing up.
Battling guns.
You talk, while our lives stop.
Hiding behind your four white walls.
Which one will be the first to fall?
Days are stolen from young and old.
Waking up, morning so cold.
Try to change it all too late.
Never learn from your mistakes.
Throwing rocks.
Battling guns.
Not fair to me.
Growing up.
Battling guns.
After all it's all the same.
Don't forget they were once your graves.
Season changes, another fall.
It's worth nothing, nothing at all.
Shape our hands as our whole world burns.
Like animals, we dig the earth.
Raise your hands as our whole world burns.
Shrug it off, face away and turn.
Throwing rocks.
Battling guns.
Not fair to me.
Growing up.
Battling guns.
Throwing rocks.
Battling guns.
Don't forget they were once your graves.
Season changes, another fall.
It's worth nothing, nothing at all.
Shape our hands as our whole world burns.
Like animals, we dig the earth.
Raise your hands as our whole world burns.
Shrug it off, face away and turn.
Throwing rocks.
Battling guns.
Not fair to me.
Growing up.
Battling guns.
Throwing rocks.
Battling guns.
Not fair to me.
Battling guns.
Not fair to me.
What would you do.
Not fair to me.
Battling guns.
Not fair to me.
What would you do.
Not fair to me.
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