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Gunman on Campus


I wish my phone would ring I call home, waiting alone, dial tone screams my mind's cold behind this blindfold of space and time I can't escape it I'm waiting and like a fine rope this line holds my only connection as the seconds stretch endless I feel like I'm in a wild dream nothing on the other end I want to blame it on the government the individual anyone who takes it from interview to literal anyone who made this the issue that's centerfold but that's us if you look the facts just add up we're the cause of the crazies, the criminals and the big, bad guns we're behind the Jay-Zs, the Interpols, and every drug run it's all in the way we fight difficult and believe in the one son so blame me if you're looking for someone to take the gun from.
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