| They called him crazy on the streets
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| Young and angry, one bad seed
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| He wore the colors of his call
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| He’d be the baddest of them all
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| Shoot out came down in a police raid
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| By a Smith and Wesson thirty eight
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| At seventeen he met his fate
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| Fallen hero
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| What were you trying to prove?
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| Fallen hero
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| All you got was front page news
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| It’s too late, tough break, read your epitaph
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| Fallen hero
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| How many others will follow in your path?
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| He had a lady, she cries alone
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| It would come to this, she’s always known
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| She remembers how he used to say
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| «There ain’t no future anyway»
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| Sirens echo in the night
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| Now his name is the battle cry
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| Of another boy who lives to die
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| Fallen hero
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| What were you trying to prove?
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| Fallen hero
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| All you got was front page news
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| It’s too late tough break read your epitaph
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| Fallen hero
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| How many others will follow in your path?
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| And so the story lives on, of how his glory was won
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| And no lesson ever learned, of the tragedies to come
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| Yeah yea yea yea
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| Sirens echo in the night
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| Now his name is the battle cry
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| Of another boy who lives to die
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| Fallen hero
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| What were you trying to prove?
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| Fallen hero
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| All you got was front page news
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| It’s too late, tough break read your epitaph
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| Fallen hero
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| How many others will follow?
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| Yeah yea
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| Fallen hero
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| What were you trying to prove?
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| Fallen hero
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| All you got was front page news
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| It’s too late, tough break read your epitaph
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| Fallen hero
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| How many others
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| Fallen hero
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| Come and see now
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| Fallen hero
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| All you got was front page news
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| Fallen hero
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| How could she know
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| Fallen hero
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| Stay down someday
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| Fallen hero
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| Fallen hero
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| Fallen hero |