Not even for a second when he woke up did he ask
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If today was gonna be his last
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A average day in th middle of a life
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Terminated by a sharp knife
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Killing, spilling the liquid blood
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As his boyz found him lying face down in the mud
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You might say this song is in poor taste
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But I must discuss the waste
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Chorus I:
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Of lives of friends that I have lost
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Who pays the price, who pays the cost
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Can't cry, just anger till the end
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It burns inside to lodse a friend
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Walking thin lines, anything to cop a dime
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Labelled habitual, a loser three times
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Just fuckin' around, knuckles bloody to the bone
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Whatever, the future's unknown
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Unless you believe in predestination of fate
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The letter read termination
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It was fucked up I couldn't make out his face
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Through the blood, what a fucking waste
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Chorus I
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Chorus II:
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My friend was there until the end (my friend)
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Can never be replaced
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The pain that I taste (it's over)
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What a fucking waste
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Chorus I
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Cold blooded murder, suicide, another body laid to rest
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Untimely demise, homicide, my faith is put to the test
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Is therea god, sometimes I just can't believe
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My friend who is dead was shot and then robbed
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Something quite hard to conceive
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People dying everyday there's got to be a better way
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The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay
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Like the memory of a friend who stood with me until the end
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The losses blow my mind away, the stain of blood will always stay
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Chorus I
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Lead
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It's not for me that I grieve, but for the families left berieved
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I question whether life is fair, I wonder if I even care
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We think we know what life is worth until they lower us beneath the earth
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Mother crying, forever hurt, my face like stone I shovel dirt
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Chorus II
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Loss
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Biohazard |