Shoot out
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Glass coke bottles, suntanned skin
Dust, stingin’ sweat, breathe out and in
Cracklin suspense, wide worried eyes
One, two the slow one dies
Three, four, kickin up dust,
I've been told that the world is not rainbows and sunshine.
That's fine.
But what is it do you want this world to be?
Because everything in this world is the same:
