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The smith and wesson tried to tell him "put me down" |
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His mind was just as loaded, wired up for sound |
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His heart was torn away, and burning deep inside |
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He knew just what he'd do when he found that guy |
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Love led to violence as he busted down the door |
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There was his woman, fucking on the floor |
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In blinding madness he was struck with raging pain |
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A round of bullets now the walls bleed a stain |
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Wife vengeance |
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Life sentence |
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His life was flashing, soon the gavel's coming down |
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His plea, insanity, but they ruled his mind was sound |
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His soul was cold and blackened, channelled through his eyes |
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He can't forget, the killing's tangled in his mind |
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All rise, this court's in session, judgement day is here |
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Cold sweat just pouring, now he's facing his worst fear |
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White knuckle fisted like a knife through the heart |
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We find the defendant guilty as charged |