The Holdouts - 11.22

I can feel the ghosts surround me with the secrets that they keep
If i close my eyes, an afterimage, crowds a thousand deep
They stood where i stand now and watched a hero make his way
Their hands above their eyes to shield the brightness of the day

3 shots... and a nation held its breath
A planet turned its head
3 shots... and your legacy began
The gunslinger was dead

I lean against the concrete growing colder at my side
And think back to November when i mighty nation died
I'm staring at a cover up, seven stories high
The reasons have been questioned, but never answered why

3 shots... and a nation held its breath
A planet turned its head
3 shots... and your legacy began
The gunslinger was dead

It watches like a sentinel, a witness to the lies
Above the hum of traffic, i can still hear Jackie's cries
An x crossed on the pavement, marks the spot where Johnny fell
3 shots rang out, a nation closed its eyes and welcomed hell

3 shots... and a nation held its breath
A planet turned its head
3 shots... and your legacy began
The gunslinger was dead

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The Holdouts

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