| Revolution
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| Dope, guns, fucking in the streets
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| Revolution
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| Dope, guns, fucking in the streets
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| Aces take your time
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| Queens are left for dead
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| Jacks can stand in line
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| And touch themselves instead
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| Aces take your pity
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| And keep it warm in bed
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| Aces take your time
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| Cut the deck, the queen’s left for dead
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| Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed
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| Jack is all tragic when he stands alone
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| Feeling demonic, harmonic, and in a no-go-zone
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| You look well suited like you came to win
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| Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin
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| Cruising for pity and looking pretty as fuck
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| Ace take your chance, queen wish you luck
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| Aces take your time
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| Draw your final breath
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| Jacks are feeling fine
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| They’ve clubbed themselves to death
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| Aces take your pity
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| And sleep with it instead
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| Aces take your time
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| You can play your card, I’ll hold onto mine
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| Tied up in the reasons, ace take your time
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| Looks turn to lovers, flames into fires
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| Jack loves his tragedy, queen her desires
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| You look well suited like you came to win
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| Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin
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| Wrap me in your trauma and I may just give you mine
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| Queen take your chances, ace take your time
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| Dope, guns, fucking in the streets — Everything will blow tonight
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| Revolution
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| Dope, guns, fucking in the streets — Neither friend nor foe, tonight
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| Revolution
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| Cut the deck, the queen’s left for dead
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| Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed
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| Jack is all tragic when he stands alone
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| Feeling demonic, harmonic, and in a no-go-zone
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| You look well suited like you came to win
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| Lust, spite and malice your degrees of sin
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| Cruising for pity and looking pretty as fuck
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| Ace take your chance, queen wish you luck
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| Dope, guns, fucking in the streets
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| Revolution
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| Dope, guns, fucking in the streets — Everything will blow tonight
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| Revolution
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| Dope, guns, fucking in the streets — Neither friend nor foe, tonight
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| Revolution |