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Crossfire

in the raw, fear is all we fear about Listen, get up, quickly get up, get up It's the answer to punishment given you Don't give us reasons, Caught in the crossfire

It seems to me a nightmare becomes reality The last days of the paradise are gone for you and me We're living in the crossfire and we'll be killed at

[B-Real] On the high seas, it's the pirate With the musket At'cha head, and I'll fire it "It's the return of the Red Beard!" And Polly don't want a cracka

[Blacksmith] SMAS You already know: You ain't gotta a right to be talking outside of your mouth You ain't tight and shouldn't utter a word Your arts absolutely

answer but I never liked it I took my baby to the 10 step platform I tied a reef knot on twice with the blindfold I whisper 20 steps and point direction Crossfire

Big money, big guns Yet, as the threat of war is ever more remote What's the moral challenge of our day? What, what's the moral? Big money, big money

Back against the wall now Well, I don't need to stand for any of this shit Back against the wall now Back against the wall now Cancel the time Stop the

Sweet, sweet sensation Across my back I will be following you No retreat, turning back now At nighttime just to cross the trails Flood control on that

Inside illusions A breath of air A shadow falls But no one is there A great big sound No word is spoken Discount contempt Until the end Until the end