| «Somebody please, give me just a minute
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| To explain, my misery»
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| «What goes up, must come down» — Lords Of The Underground
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| «Somebody please»
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| December 31, 11:59
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| On the roof counting down looking at the city shine
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| In his mind is that lifestyle he’s leaving behind
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| We ain’t gotta talk about it, you can read between the lines
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| But he got a job hope it pays, whole squad smoke haze
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| Blowing smoke, joking, reminiscing of the older days
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| It’s New Years Eve believing that the seasons
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| For whatever reasons cleans our sins and cast out the demons
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| Soon as 12 hits, he pulls a single bullet
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| Kisses the tip and says this is the last time he’ll pull it
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| Let it slip into the chamber, stops, says a little prayer
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| Aims it at the sky, shoots it up into the air
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| As the bullet gains velocity and rockets to the heavens
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| Traveling a few miles in just a few seconds
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| He feels better, real better like a weight was lifted
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| He escaped a wicked world and let the bullet take it with it
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| But what goes up… must come down
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| And all the way across town falling to the ground
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| That little piece of metal found a real familiar face
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| Home boys girlfriend, wrong time, wrong place
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| Out partying with friends in a line at a club
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| Stood right beneath the path of an earth bound slug
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| And a it’s really very odd or a plan from God
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| But the bullet struck her head like a lightening rod
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| Bad news travels fast, cell phones maker it faster
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| He’s girls bestfriend called depicting the disaster
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| Immediately it clicked, the bullet from his clip
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| Just blew the love of his life’s brains to bits
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| Must be calm, before all of the negative drama
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| Ironic, made him vomit on the front of his bomber
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| And said it was the last time but really thought it through
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| The guns got one more job to do |