Shadows in the whirling rain
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a young man knees on the street
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his executioners in front of him
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bullets bounce along the walls
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a last attempt of dispair
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no matter how poorly they shoot
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a riccochet could still kill
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in the pale afterlight
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see the car's headlight beam
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hear the high-pitched song of death
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a dirty street filled with steam
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here is no soul insight
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you finally escape the trap
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just a stupid incident
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the wrong time at the wrong place
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now enjoy your solitude
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deep down inside the ruins
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don't glance behind you
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leave all the screams outside
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in the pale afterlight
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see the car's headlight beam
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hear the high-pitched song of death
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a dirty street filled with steam
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Stupid Incident
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| Funker Vogt |
