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Killers The Bones

sky, and on the cold, wet dirt I cry. And on the cold, wet dirt I cry. Don?t you wanna come with me? Don?t you wanna feel my bones on your bones? It

sky, and on the cold, wet dirt I cry. And on the cold, wet dirt I cry. Don?t you wanna come with me? Don?t you wanna feel my bones on your bones? It

sky, and on the cold, wet dirt I cry. And on the cold, wet dirt I cry. Don?t you wanna come with me? Don?t you wanna feel my bones on your bones? It

the sky, and on the cold, wet dirt I cry. And on the cold, wet dirt I cry. Don?t you wanna come with me? Don?t you wanna feel my bones on your bones?

sky, and on the cold, wet dirt I cry. And on the cold, wet dirt I cry. Don’t you wanna come with me? Don’t you wanna feel my bones on your bones? It

, doom, doom, doom Me killa, me killa, me killa Drug dealers, and less niggas 'Less niggas, 'less niggas Come again me say me killa Me killa, me killa

The good times are killing me The good times are killing me The good times are killing me The good times are killing me The good times are killing me

We fear what we?re becoming. But look what we?ve become. Truth can be somewhat numbing. When we see that we?ve been so dumb. To ensure your survival

Well I'm not a preacher I'm not a politician If I reach ya It's cause ya happen to listen I'm just a guy with a guitar singing a song for you I'm just