Now murder needs a weapon
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and i just need a crime
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this parking lot's littered with leeches alike
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they're the kind that you find
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so easy to target
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yet harder to kill
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my senses are mine again when i find
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reality crushes the will
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it's not worth the effort
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or the breath that you'll take
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to gun them down- pick them off one by one
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velvet rope antics, bullish romantics
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scar themselves blind
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i should walk away, leave things undone
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its a gun, its patiently waiting
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for someone to wickedly come
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pull the trigger and run
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jumping the gun
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yes, it's a fact
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as soon as i got here i was back in the door
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okay, i admit it, sometimes i get caught
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in the structure of social decor
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its so easy to get here
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you want what's inside
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i'm telling you honestly
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i wouldn't want to be caught dead in this line
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its not worth the effort
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or the breath that you'll take
|
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to gun them down- pick them off one by one
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velvet rope antics, bullish romantics
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scar themselves blind
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i should walk away, leave things undone
|
its a gun, its patiently waiting
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for someone to wickedly come
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pull the trigger and run
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jumping the gun
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okay, you were right
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and yes i should've known
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there's a contradiction
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and hey, i'm not alone
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f... this whole scene
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and all it's misery
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this parking lots made for falling grenades
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but they wont fall on you and me
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even better than firing
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is knowing i could have..
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gunned them down- picked them off one by one
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velvet rope antics, bullish romantics
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scar themselves blind
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i should walk away, leave things undone
|
its a gun, its patiently waiting
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for someone to wickedly come
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pull the trigger and run
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This Parking Lot's A Murder Scene
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| Bleed The Dream |
