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    Bullet

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    You're coming home to an empty space
    inside of you, there's no other place.
    You're wondering hard what you're here for,
    but every night you still walk out that door.
    You're just a screwed up kid,
    who doesn't know who he is
    fights the words in his head,
    screams he's better off dead.
    Met a punk with a dis
    wants a fight and now you're pissed
    it's already too late
    sawed off your hate.
    What did you sell your soul for?
    Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge?
    You got props from your boys on the block,
    a cross to bear that never ends.
    What did you sink so low for?
    Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face?
    Props from the cops and the court
    a sin you can't erase.
    He caught you looking his way
    hands in the air what the hell'd ya say?
    I know something sad but true
    that motherfucker was as scared as you.
    You're just a screwed up kid,
    who doesn't know who he is
    fights the words in his head,
    screams he's better off dead.
    Met a punk like you
    what the fuck you gonna do?
    Point the piece at his eyes
    you never realized.
    What did you sell your soul for?
    Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge?
    You got props from your boys on the block,
    a cross to bear that never ends.
    What did you sink so low for?
    Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face?
    Props from the cops and the court
    a sin you can't erase.
    Sell it with a pistol in the sack.
    They push you so hard, gonna push right back.
    Sell it and don't put up a fight
    your life has just started but it all ends tonight.
    You're just a screwed up kid,
    who doesn't know who he is
    fights the words in his head,
    screams he's better off dead.
    Met a punk like you
    what the fuck you gonna do?
    Point the piece at his eyes
    you never realized.
    What did you sell your soul for?
    Was it a gun and a bullet and a chance at revenge?
    You got props from your boys on the block,
    a cross to bear that never ends.
    What did you sink so low for?
    Was it the time and the space and the spit in your face?
    Props from the cops and the court
    a sin you can't erase.
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