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The Forecast Every Gun Makes Its Own Tomb

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The Forecast. Every Gun Makes Its Own Tomb. A Previsão. Cada arma faz seu próprio túmulo.
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Drive, let's get out of this mess We can fall out into empty streets And stumble for a place to meet Stop, stop talking We have burned too many bridges

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Original: The Forecast. Every Gun Makes Its Own Tomb.

Traducción: A Previsão. Cada arma faz seu próprio túmulo.

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Forecast (The). In The Shadow Of Two Gunmen. Every Gun Makes Its Own Tomb. Previsão (A). Em The Shadow Of Two Pistoleiros. Cada arma faz seu próprio túmulo.
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drive! let's get out of this mess we can fall out into empty streets and stumble for a place to meet stop! stop talking we have burned too many

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