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A car run fast in the ave. leaving a trail full of blood you think we'll never can get you you think you'll never stop. have you ever thought `bout my feelings? did you have some mercy at all? people says you paid for my killing all i have is a stomach to crawl. Papers shows you acting your play paying for a story of silence paying for a short twist of fate you know you have no defense you know you have no defense. Your son is waiting for justice a stranger is paying the crime i ask what kind of shit is this Actually, you don't give a dime. Papers shows you acting your play paying for a story of silence paying for a short twist of fate you know you have no defense you know you have no defense. From Letras Mania