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What goes around, comes around |
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In his own iniquity he dies, through |
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Columbian ties |
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Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson |
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All debts must be settled, no question |
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The echo from machine gun rounds simmers |
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A fallen soldier, his gun hangs on his shoulders, lights get dimmer |
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Key swingin' back and forth on the ignition |
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The stench is only part of the horrible condition |
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As he waits for the smoke to clear |
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All he heard was the blast from the bomb that kept ringin' in his ear |
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Along with gun barrin' troops, fatigues and wearin' boots |
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From far away, whether night or day, you hear 'em shoot |
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It's a very unforgiven and hostile environment |
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Where military hardware is the only requirement |
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A world where the deceased is just a thing of the past |
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And each and every advance is more costly than the last |
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A President's madness, responsible for losses |
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Political forces, land littered with corpses |
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Like the youth in the street, who gamble and gets scarred |
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Even the troops in the field, bet it all on one card |
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Some question they reason for bein' here |
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Face an incredible odd and a recession that's so severe |
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Raised in the shadow of a terrible loss |
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And the atmosphere, even breathin' air can cost |
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A place where the majority is goin' for self |
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With the agenda not far beyond, personal wealth |
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It's like, either you eat, or you die from hunger |
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Starving to death, until the coroner calls your number |
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With no bread to bite or break from off the table |
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The caskets had exceeded the number of cradles |
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When it's dark, danger falls across the plateau |
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Unmaskin' your deceit, in the streets that sat low |
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These stompin' grounds are known to bring misfortune |
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Fueled by his obsessions, he murder for portions |
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And died from of a miserable death, his final undoin' |
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His biggest downfall was from the people he left |
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What goes around, comes around |
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In his own iniquity he dies, through |
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Columbian ties |
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Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson |
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All debts must be settled, no question |
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What goes around, comes around |
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In his own iniquity he dies, through |
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Columbian ties |
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Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson |
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All debts must be settled, no question |