| Where the hell did the sun go?
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| Allow the 1 to 6
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| I’m in a zone that’s unknown
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| Location X
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| No friends and no foes
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| No shotta dem
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| No tens and no O’s
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| Money makes the world go round
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| It’s stone cold, so much so
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| I saw the galaxy froze
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| From this blood red road
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| Lizards on a throne
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| Made out of bags of bones
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| Cameras catch souls
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| So the hood and cap sold
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| The hood, they never vote
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| They left the ballot box closed
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| Like the coffins
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| À la carte flows
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| Food for thoughts old
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| So the maggots start slow
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| Cocoon in the brain
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| Degrade and get exposed
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| Butterfly effect
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| Raising life from the mould
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| The past is forgotten
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| While the future’s untold
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| I’m stuck in the middle
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| Trying to hold on to both
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| Angels with their clipped wings
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| Are climbing the ropes
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| Denied by default
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| They caught a knife in the throat
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| Triple nine never helped
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| Cause the line was on hold
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| Flipped the numbers round
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| Then I sighted the devil’s code
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| We gotta run away
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| To the sun shine
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| We gotta runna runna away
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| To the sun shine
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| All I really wanna do is
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| See the sunshine
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| The sunshine
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| All I wanna see’s the sun shine
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| I see the sun through a tear drop
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| Permeated in the eyes of the divine beauty
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| Behind the windows of her soul
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| Lies a priceless ruby
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| Picture set in pitch blackness
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| The silence moves me
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| Inside the movie
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| The storm formed eyes moody
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| For better for worse
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| It never saw right through me
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| Far from a ghostly figure
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| I’m living proof see
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| I love music
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| And never use the term loosely
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| And bathe in their lunacy
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| Crazy in the brain
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| I remain in a state brutally
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| Craving change
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| Like I was deprived immunity
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| I’m fighting when the futures bleak
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| Nothing nice is new to me
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| It’s photogenic
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| So I’m capturing it beautifully
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| Developed in the darkness
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| Bringing art to light crucially
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| Guided by the stars
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| They got the signs that
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| Make us you and me
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| Time waits for no man
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| That’s why we’re always on our feet
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| Personify my feelings
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| When I let them loose
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| To ride the beat
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| Unify my mind and speech
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| You define yourself
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| Or suffocate in silence on the street
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| Cause when the sun goes down
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| You’ll see the rivalry
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| And hear the cry of screams
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| Excited eyes feed their minds
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| With the desecration
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| It’s only fuel
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| For the final detonation
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| Red buttons pressed
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| Making smithereens from faces
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| Cutting up the pavements
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| Like nothing here can save them
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| Hollow hearted soldiers
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| Crush love till it’s vacant
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| Pure disintegration
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| No stand ovation
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| Abandoned
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| Without a platform or station
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| Train of thoughts derailed
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| Hells upon the nation |