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Cold city, runs hot with pain |
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Knives slash your jugular vein |
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Cut and Run |
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There is no escape from the gun |
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Tongues lie a noose around your neck |
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"grass stains" seal your fate |
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Cut and Run |
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There is no escape from the gun |
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Nowhere to run |
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Nowhere to hide |
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Run from the gun |
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Flee for your life |
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Search, search and terminate |
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We have read your mind |
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You are an enemy of the state |
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Nowhere to run |
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Nowhere to hide |
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Run from the gun |
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Flee for your life |
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Assassin: "John Doe" |
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"I have reason to believe you are an enemy of the State, |
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so, by virtue of the powers vested in me by the State, |
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I am hereby obliged to terminate your existance" |
