Motherfuckers
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Peace
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Shut the fuck up
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And I don't know their looking dead tonight (x3)
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Ain't looking like they got the strength to fight
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Switch up your pulse patterns
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What's the RPM of your breath
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Kickstart your heart with a punch
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Beating your chest
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Squeezing your head till I pop vessels in your eye sockets
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We talk your ears off till your blood pressure sky rockets
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If ? check for lumps in your throat
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Before you burn a bridge jump in a moat
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Depending on whether you float or sink
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Know how to swim or can't
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You know what to think before you provoke some shit
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Between concentration camp counselors
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Giving first aid training
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Mouth to mouth recessitate
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Lady faint
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When I see her face fading
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I make her suck wind
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Bring her vibrant colors back
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See if she has any contacts
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And find out where her mothers at
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Said she had my number
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But nothing other than that
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When she said my number's up I laughed
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The EMS came running back
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Doing suicides the relay race of time
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And space between me and destiny
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But I leave no trace to find
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She leaves nowhere to hide
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I leave no hide to wear
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Skin myselffeed my bones
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Dress up in some tribal gear
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Mummified every time I lived in the now
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If you don't want to die
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Then come alive and don't give your number out
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Count down till the end of my show
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Shout loud if you ain't ready to go
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The out crowd might never know
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Why I'm trying to find vital signs
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And I don't know their looking dead tonight (x3)
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Ain't looking like they got the strength to fight
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Through the rest of the night
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Their looking dead tonight (x3)
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Ain't looking like they got the strength to fight
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Vital Signs
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| Sage Francis |
