I shot a fried, I shot a friend in deed.
The smoke clears and I feel the shells beneath my feet,
My one way ticket out, my one way trip deep down.
Where are we now? Deep in the thick of it, I fail.
Friendly Fire lyrics by In My Coma. I shot a fried, I shot a friend in deed. The smoke clears and I feel the shells beneath my feet, My one way ticket out, my...
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I shot a fried, I shot a friend in deed.
The smoke clears and I feel the shells beneath my feet,
My one way ticket out, my one way trip deep down.
Where are we now? Deep in the thick of it, I fail.
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