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I don't think you know my name |
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Sympathy is not my game |
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A nice little war is what I'm looking for |
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Showing it real is the deal |
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I'm the first in the line on the scene of the crime |
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Pulitzer is waiting for me |
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Actuality is my world |
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Nothing could be too absurd |
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My words let them live my way |
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My shots let them appear the way I prefer |
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Facts turned into a fairy-tale |
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For public sale |
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Wrong or right why should I care? |
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There's no buck in being fair |
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From Moscow to Berlin, Beirut to L.A. |
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Whereever there's trouble I stay |
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I'm the first on the spot while a black cop is shot |
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Pulitzer is calling for me |
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My words let them live my way |
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My shots let them appear the way I prefer |
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Sporadic truth I guarentee |
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I'm just right |
