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This criminalWalked into my roomHe asked meWhy do you live this way?Think of all you could have,What I would takeWell, have you got a clue?Why do you live this way?Why do you?Think of all I'd takeYou think that I don't knowyou think that I don't knowYou're wrongYou're wrongYou think that I don't knowyou think that I don't knowYou're wrongYou're wrongAnd to godI called outOver bullets They were in and out, manAnd it was my endAt least I called into questionWhy we walk this routeWhat is for me in it From Letras Mania