| Drinking like I'm Julian, pull up to the school and then
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| Heard a loud pop, saw the students they were shooting at
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| Blood on the sidewalk, heart beating fast now
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| Thought it was a joke til I saw the TEC-9's out
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| Chalk outlines now, sounds of the crime loud
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| Helicopters, parents crying, fear is alive now
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| Body count raise as the cops sit and wait
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| Too scared to go in, maybe see their final day
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| The wind pickin' up, bodies getting laid down
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| Say the music, say the parents, but who the fuck's to blame now?
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| Nobody, no cops thinking "Hey, maybe, probably, we should go in the building, we could save a couple lives"
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| Fuck it, rather stay outside where it's safe
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| Hundred twenty minutes later now they 'bout to save the day
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| Tears of the town til my neck 'bout to drown
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| Head up, eyes closed, I don't wanna hear a sound
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| The breath in your lungs is the death of your son
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| It's the love of your life, it's the loss of your touch
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| The breath in your lungs is the death of your son
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| It's the love of your life, it's the loss of the touch |