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Later on, in the epilogue, without me |
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Right now, the whole town is frightened |
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In the Bronx, when the guns go off we like it |
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We like it |
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No one gets out of here alive |
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In the melee there are many ways to cry |
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Who knows where the gunshots are coming from |
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Those who've been picked off aren't saying much |
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And I shot you down |
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You never had a chance in hell |
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And I shot you down |
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And I felt no remorse cause |
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This heart's a stranger, and your loving cause is dangerous like |
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This heart's a stranger, and your loving cause is dangerous like yours |
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They tried to cut him down from there |
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65, 68, 93, 96 but he don't care |
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La la la la he's nowhere |
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La la la la he's nowhere |
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Oh! |
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And I shot you down |
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You never had a chance in hell |
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And I shot you down |
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And I felt no remorse 'cause |
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This heart's a stranger, and your loving cause is dangerous like |
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This heart's a stranger and your loving cause is dangerous like yours |
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(Dangerous, dangerous, just like yours) |
