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It isn't even the dead of the night This isn't even an empty street I see lights flashing And people chattering I see cowards who might as well Be accomplices I see four men two bikes four guns and whole lot of blood I'm impure? I'm the liar? The unbeliever? The one who's wrong? Why don't you take a good long look in the mirror? I'm not the one with the f@%*$ed up slogan And a weapon set to **** ****** And this blood Is no one's salvation You're making a statement But remember you're starting the war Honey, this is personal now. And when I come knocking down your door remember you're the one who pulled the trigger.
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
No one's Salvation
It isn't even the dead of the night This isn't even an empty street I see lights flashing And people chattering I see cowards who might as well Be accomplices I see four men two bikes four guns and whole lot of blood I'm impure? I'm the liar? The unbeliever? The one who's wrong? Why don't you take a good long look in the mirror? I'm not the one with the f@%*$ed up slogan And a weapon set to **** ****** And this blood Is no one's salvation You're making a statement But remember you're starting the war Honey, this is personal now. And when I come knocking down your door remember you're the one who pulled the trigger.
arham
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Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC
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