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Case of control bought sold goodbye well now you're here what will you wear
A rope or a gown nothin to fear I am flying I am frying home look to tha
Sun fire tha gun shoot bang shoot bang criss cross dove flight broke mean
And tired I'm ready I'm ready gently softly put down tha gun voices lie cry
Oh burn me I wanna see your eyes over yeah get down get out of place