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take your time Draw your breath are feeling fine They've themselves to death Aces take your You sleep it instead Aces your time
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Dope, guns, fucking in the (Revolution) will blow tonight Either or foe, tonight
Cut the The queens for dead and wet, scarf tied to the bed Jack is all tragic he stands alone demonic harmonic in a no go zone You look well suited you came to win Lust, and malice, your degrees of sin Cruising for and looking pretty as fuck Ace take your wish you luck
Dope, guns, in the streets (Revolution) Everything will tonight Either friend or foe,