Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets [x2]
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Aces take your time
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Queens are left for dead
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Jacks can stand in line
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And touch themselves instead
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Aces take your pity
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And keep it warm in bed
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Aces take your time
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Cut the deck
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The queens left for dead
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Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed
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Jack is all tragic when he stands alone
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Feeling demonic harmonic in a no go zone
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You look well suited like you came to win
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Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin
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Cruising for pity and looking pretty as fuck
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Ace take your chances
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Queen wish you luck
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Aces take your time
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Draw your final breath
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Jacks are feeling fine
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They've clubbed themselves to death
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Aces take your pity
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You sleep with it instead
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Aces take your time
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You can play your card, I'll hold onto mine
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Tied up in the reasons, Ace take your time
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Looks turn to lovers, flames into fires
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Jack loves his tragedy, Queen her desires
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You look well suited like you came to win
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Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin
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Wrap me in your trauma and I may just give you mine
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Queen take your chances
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Ace take your time
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Dope, guns, fucking in the streets (Revolution)
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Everything will blow tonight
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Either friend or foe, tonight
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Cut the deck
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The queens left for dead
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Soft and wet, scarf tied to the bed
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Jack is all tragic when he stands alone
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Feeling demonic harmonic in a no go zone
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You look well suited like you came to win
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Lust, spite and malice, your degrees of sin
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Cruising for pity and looking pretty as fuck
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Ace take your chances
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Queen wish you luck
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Dope, guns, fucking in the streets (Revolution)
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Everything will blow tonight
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Either friend or foe, tonight
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Spite And Malice
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| Placebo |
