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I fully understand the shotgun in my pillow Is no uncarved block at hand Life is sweet but not it seems for Buddha There's a shotgun in his hand (Ha-ha-ha-ha) (Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da) Shotgun Shotgun Shotgun Shotgun The nature of uncarved blocks Is how to describe what's hard to describe, yeah, yeah-eah-eah The simplest things, the quietest, the child-like simplicity Everything I need to hear, positive the way I view The simple of thought, inherit the earth (Shotgun blows, shotgun blow-ow-ows) Like Winnie-The-Pooh, Confucianist rules Oblivious in what I do, deliberate the way I live Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, shotgun blow-ow-ows Shotgun blows, shotgun blows, shotgun blow-ow-ows Shotgun blows Letras de canciones The nature of uncarved blocks Is how to describe what's hard to describe Vinegar taster says More force I apply More trouble I make (Is that I cannot describe why it is such A perfect illustration of the opposite and complex arrogance We display to protect one another) (Think too much, think too much, think too much, think too much) From Letras Mania