| Thread a little needle through a lonely life
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| Do a little shooting from your own supply
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| Blood’s in the barrel and you can almost taste
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| Thumb’s on the plunger and you’re starting to shake
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| She got hate, she got love
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| She got hate, she got love
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| She got a face tattoo of a beautiful smile
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| On her back she got the scales of a crocodile
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| And a neck tattoo saying don’t be late
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| On her fist she’s got the words saying love and hate
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| She got hate, she got love
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| We got hate, we got love
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| All those people dying dead in the streets
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| And they’re nothing but statistics and policy
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| Died 2 blocks from the injection site
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| On her hat were the words saying no surprise
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| We got hate, we got love
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| We got hate, we got love
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| Ain’t a state of grace ain’t no guarantee
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| Any given day it could’ve been you or me
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| It’s cold calculation and there’s no empathy
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| I don’t know how I made it from A to B
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| Another cop says to a doctor
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| There is nothing here we can do
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| They are self-inflicted and cross-addicted
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| They are the dark side of the doomed
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| Of the doomed
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| Of the doomed
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| Of the doomed
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| Of the doomed |