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Matthew Good lyrics
Bullets In A Briefcase
Little fish, boat's too full, down you go
Breathing in salt and fuel, tiny gulps
Statistically it's commonplace
You're not alone
So end like this instead of shot back at home
The world is a strange place
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Why do I feel like I'm in the wrong place?
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Little man, Northern France, winter's cold
800 hours, 4,000 miles, feet alone
no one I know would even dare it
Let alone for a shanty town
Bleeding out in the shadows
The world is a strange place
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Why do I feel like I'm in the wrong place
Quiet like bullets in a briefcase
Song Information
Released: 2017.
Found on: Something Like a Storm.
Duration: 00:06:23
This song was briefly heard on Instagram.
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