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Gunfire in the street
Where we used to meet
Echoes that are out a beat
When the bass goes "bomb"
Right over my head
Step over the dead
Remember what you said
You knowknow a know the part of my old about life
Is just a waking dream
Well I know what you mean
But that ain't how it seems right Right here, right now How can this be real? I can hardly barely feel Anymore
I am trying to see
Blood hardens in the sand
Cold Cool metal in my hand
Hope you understand the way that things are gonna be
There's nowhere left to hide
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