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• Artiste: Periscopes
• Titre: Guns Made Of Stick
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Guns Made Of Sticks Do you Remember the time we threw Mud at the neighbours place And we lit that tree on fire And you punched me in the face And we Made that treehouse down the back Lined the trench with bricks Oh, we killed so many bad guys With our guns made of sticks All I want from this life Are memories like these Cause when I fall into darkness What more can I hope to take with me And the first Time we tried to smoke In the backyard of your parents house We told such dirty jokes Do you Remember the first time you kissed her Three months til you'd see her again And Tom threw up on the back fence And wanted to leave at ten All I want from this life Are memories like these Cause when I fall into darkness What more can I hope to take with me Do you Remember when we skipped school To go and see that band Five dollars each for petrol It got us home again Do you Remember when we lay Wrapped in the sheets, our eyes closed I breathed out And you breathed in All I want from this life Are memories like these Cause when I fall into darkness What more can I hope to take with me