| So you want a revolution huh?
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| Left turn sign up over this way
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| Right turn to the masses
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| About face to the firearm display
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| Better make up your mind, you ain’t got time better get your coat
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| She got lines that’ll cut your throat
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| Release that pain on a branded note
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| A sip of that wine might calm her, disarm her
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| What’s that pointed at your armor?
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| A vindictive attempt to eliminate signs that she might attack your honor
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| She ain’t never laid a finger on you
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| And you ain’t never laid a finger on her
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| But these words, these words burn tears on that Estee Lauder
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| Cry, and it’s over later
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| Tried but it’s overweight and
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| Find that it’s harder to make it back, once that map is faded
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| She hollers. | 
| you holler
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| Now look at this turn we’ve taken
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| A 4 letter word choked by another 4 letter word use your imagination
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| Neither one of them listening, but it sinks in to that distant silence
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| Delayed reaction violent
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| This day defeats that promise
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| Forever you, forever me gone beyond our reach
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| Release that gun, or release that need to release that death in the form of
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| speech
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| I’m dying today
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| From this cold war we’re fighting
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| I can’t breathe
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| I can’t breathe
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| Now it’s too late
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| T change my target now, I’ll watch you die
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| With me
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| With me
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| The future of this world in dire
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| Straight shooter on a roof sets his sight on a target
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| A killer in his own right
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| A father of two and a birthright
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| Inherited discourse
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| Like «what did I have these kids for?»
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| I’ma tell him this too when he gets four
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| Will he get sore?
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| Or will he get more angry than I did
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| Good, have a life kid
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| Get a house and a dog and a wife then
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| Have one of your own then right this down
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| When he gets older recite this
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| Tell him when he gets mad act like this
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| Let him figure out this is what life is
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| Disappointment around you
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| Hate from another hate what it all comes down to
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| I’m dying today
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| From this cold war we’re fighting
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| I can’t breathe
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| I can’t breathe
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| Now it’s too late
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| To change my target now, I’ll watch you die
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| With me
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| With me |