This and That

This is my gun
That is your mouth
Blowing smoke away

This is no home
That is too proud
To wish us away

These are rainy days
Those which fade away
Will never breathe the truth

These will never say
Those who choose to stay
Will rot away in youth

This is an end
That is too soon
Praying for today

This is my gun
That is your mouth
Blowing smoke away

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