| «Aw, you up against it now mother fuckers
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| You think you’re big time? |
| You gonna fucking die
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| Big time! |
| You ready? |
| Here come the pain!»
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| Al Pachino «Carlito's Way»
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| Waiting for my heart to stop, I hear it beating in the dark
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| It keeps me up here, where I lay
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| A constant source of aggravation for an overactive imagination
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| Keeps me awake, here where I lay
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| I will wait
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| Sizing up a brand new rope to use it now would be a joke
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| To hang me up here where I wait
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| Turning on the light that blinds me to make it easier to find me
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| And light me up here where I wait
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| I will wait
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| Erase the pain of what I know
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| Not the smell of mercy on me
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| I’m reaching down into a new high in lows
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| Not the smell of mercy on me
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| Whats been doin' where ya comin' from?
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| Where you been hiding? |
| Been missing more than some
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| Took a ride when I should’a walked
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| Got there way to fast
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| Should’a listened 'stead of talked
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| First become the last
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| Waiting for my heart to stop, I hear it beating in the dark
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| It keeps me up here where I wait
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| But I will wait
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| Not the smell of mercy on me
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| New high in lows
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| Not the smell of mercy on me |