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Will I follow you down the line? Will I follow you down the line? Stepped off the the train and looked for Fruitvale signs The January air it whips across my spine Whoa, whoa We've been suffering the six days since he died I saw a picture of his mother as she cried Go to where the people go We'll dig some piece of mind And it burns, hot, real To feel this feel They're setting clothes to flame, an imaginary sun They'll lay their boot heel down for a solitary gun The hand that punches its own face, it begs for more again Shot echoed lonely from a solitary gun Oh, yeah Shops are looted and the windows are broken ice She said "It's emotional but it's not nice" Will you be the bed for me when they set the world on fire Just to see it burn In a consolation urn And my stomach turns to steel Letras de canciones They're setting clothes to flame, an imaginary sun They'll lay their boot heel down for a solitary gun This moment doesn't happen every night Shot echoed lonely from a solitary gun This brother's sister's mother's business is all gone Stepped on her neck when we used to just sing songs Whoa, whoa We're setting clothes to flame, an imaginary sun They'll lay their boot heel down for a solitary gun This moment doesn't happen every night Shot echoed lonely from a solitary gun (Thanks to Rebecca Tremblay for these lyrics) From Letras Mania