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One thing lead to another. Not everyday is a parade and its such tragedy that all of us got stuck in the fog air leftovers and all of us got caught up in the smoke. No one told you where my guards were at. They were knocked down one by one, Weapons are deadly. Need the starters of punchlines, Yeah that’s how you made it. But their ending you like a comic books last punchline joke. Yeah that’s what you are and that’s how much you made us in a fires last ash. Baby, couldn’t count on the secrets but I heard them from the people forced to entertain the crossfire. I know the distance now is depended on how you use your targets.. Fly your hits, Your little darts and toy trucks aim at my head.. You won’t change these thoughts. You need to be wise boy, don’t make this into a worldwide war. If you do, you’ll make a crossfire. People can see ya one by one falling down, Don’t think this is innocently happening. You know that were outraged, Why turn it into a caged range? All of us got stuck in the fog air leftovers and as that rolls by, all of us got caught up in the smoke. I hear the negative from the people forced to entertain the crossfire. Does this make us kings and queens? Will we be recognized by how much was damaged? No no, All I got was the terrifying roof fall out all over this place. No one told you I always knew you were a punchline. Maybe I don’t got the latest memory of better scenes but nobody got what they were supposed to get. Everybody got caught and tangled in ropes, Oh oh oh. You pushed them to their point. Look what flew up in flames tonight. Crossfire, living like a high wired old soul could, You saw this, We caused this. Your targets, I wanna know your best hit buddy.. People entertained this presence of this partly movie of innocence all gone! Crossfire, it bleeds all the way and the heart feels what it feels, I guess your tickets know the way out, Crossfire, cross, cross, Oh when will it go? Your just a punchline. Cross, cross, cross, fire. Oh don’t you think it was just a war, Not so friendly but something to keep ya second guessing. Cross, cross, crossfire. The morning comes but pieces won’t be picked up all by the dawn so give the frame the matches, Crossfire, Why worry, people can be entertainers if they wanna. At the end of the day, everybody will know what occurred something like this. Oh who started this up? Cross, cross, crossfire
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