Hate from my power line with electricity
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Wiping in front of your crew is coming after me.
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Kids of this neighborhood call it the street of k,
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Kids in the car right in cripple the BMX.
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This fire thickering flame puts shadows over me
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Love when you¡¯re holding me tight, K I S S I N G.
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We¡¯ll burn these few lights die out to see the gallery sink
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My eyes being dragged into the distance.
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Take out the power line, I hope that you¡¯ll still sing
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Set a turbo fire, see what the midnight brings.
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What tells you cause in the odds for all the lighting be,
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Turning that requiem pont, the bolt and the lightning.
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This fire thickering flame puts shadows over me
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Love when you¡¯re holding me tight, K I S S I N G.
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We¡¯ll burn these few lights die out to see the gallery sink
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My eyes being dragged into the distance.
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LA Lighting
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