 Shotgun Memories lyrics ( Robert Schilling )   
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 Rate Shotgun Memories
Artist : Robert Schilling
Song : Shotgun Memories
Very little their sons they can do
On the run
from the hell they will face
And they’re
beating, beating from their needs
Stretched
out skin, heart burns the turnkey
And
they’re dying
What you read
Moments from
the end
And they’re dying
From their
wine
Proof that they’re dead
Whisper,
you’re feeding the brain
Information, what
you read today
Olive oil, rubbed from the
trees
Heard in the distance, Shotgun
Memories
Banner air of angel’s desperate
wings
Boy these boys can fly
Brought
together for the summer sing
Diplomas hang
from the laurels they’ve achieved
Every man
forgets their mastery
Pass the rage in
their direction
Shoot the coils from your
veins
Snap of faith with indecision
Load
the gun, disdain the game
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