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Gun in ONe Hand
Gun in one hand
Phone in the other
Standing over the body
Of his dead mother
Can't remember what happened
No trace of the past
Only one thought in mind
He better act fast
Did he kill her
He has the smoking gun
Who did he call
Redial says 9-1-1
She is gone now
And soon he will be too
He couldn't have done
What he knew he did do
To the car
On the run
Leave the phone
Take the gun
No memory
No recollection
No money
No direction
No luck
When he made a slip
Spotted on the run
Turned in by a tip
No place to run
No where to hide
His only way out
Is suicide
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