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As Cities Burn Wake Dead Man Wake

Let the dead bury their own dead Will you still love me in famine? As when love began at the harvest Or would you gain the whole world Son, I love you

Let the dead bury their own dead Will you still love me in famine As when love began at the harvest Or would you gain the whole world Son, I love you

kalem bir de ilham al?nacak (And here is the paper and the pen, we're gonna get inspired) Tam gaz choppers, havada du?man av?na c?kal?m (No stop Choppers

culture vulture sprawled out on the floor Like a dead devil sailor washed up on the shore With nothing of note but the old captains coat And a burning

will prevail immortal armies will not fail As darkness falls across the world the undead disease cannot be cured Building armies burning down seizing cities

thugs Style tight like o.j. gloves Niggas state to state take a bug 'cause I burn rich niggaz who will hide slugs It's the coke that got me caught, In this dead

tornadoes, and hell stones Whirlwinds, tropical storms, blizzards and monsoons All of which I witnessed prior to waking up inside my room Look at the crook as

and we in the fly-free zone When some niggaz will captain-save-it I let her shop till she drop dead Sleepin' in her crib, wake up to decent pot plan

the fly free zone with some niggas who capped an save it I let her shop til she drop dead Sleepin' in her crib wake up to decent pot plant Jordan shorts