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Looking down through the barrel of my gun Not the first time for me to see Stare down through the barrel of this gun The west coast the east coast freight train Pull me up through the barrel of my gun Not the next time for me to see Staring down through the barrel of this gun It's the west coast the east coast freight train And all these walls form these mountains And in my head there's no more time Wheels spinning on the asphalt of this ground .38 is for you to see wheels never stop turning in my head It's the west coast the east coast freight train My wheels burning on the asphalt of your ground .45 again for you to see wheels never stop turning on my ground It's the west coast its the east coast freight train And all these walls form these mountains And in my head there was no more pain Your body was blue is what your friend's said I never meant to hurt you it's true (Gracias a David por esta letra) From Letras Mania