The bad news on the rise
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Calls out the battle crisis
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The flaws wind are blowing hard
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On my true history i have some cards
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There a whore inside my head
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On the side loses i count to dead
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One part you two part plain
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Now hope you have a piece of mine
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I make a choice if i can
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All other my creeps are out of hand
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And the rope is getting not so tight
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Don't you for out of sight
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The gloves i have in my hands
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I got ten dogs after me
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I throw them over
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And they will let me be
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I need a calling just to set me free
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But i turn the wrong key
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I gotta open that door
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The one i have gone thru many times before
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Turn The Wrong Key
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| Hellacopters |
