Testo Sleeping With A Gun Under My Pillow The Boy Least Likely To
Pushing through the topsoil
Blinking in the light
Sheilding my eyes from the molten sun
I just with I could see the world sometimes
As I saw it when I was young
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sometimes it gets lonely being valiantly alone
Sometimes I wish I was you in two
Somestimes I get thinking of all the little things
I never ever had the heart to do
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun
Sleeping with a gun under my pillow
If I looked all over
Different winter would the
Snowstorm fall as the beautiful
If I looked all over
Different winter would the
Snowstorm fall as the beautiful
