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Burning Point Voice From The Past

dawning, it's time to fight [Pre-Chorus] Enchanting voices won't leave me be Throwing me choices, making future so hard to see [Chorus] Voice from the past

day dawning, it's time to fight [Pre-Chorus] Enchanting voices won't leave me be Throwing me choices, making future so hard to see [Chorus] Voice from the past

with money I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains While slippin' bullets at point blank range like they was punches Piss on a flag and burn it

After the funeral, breaking cola nuts We sit and reminisce about the past And in her voice, only sadness Her only son taken from her In every headline

much power? What perversion has taken place that we are governed by fools? * We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs. They'

We're not the ones to blame Burning passions mixed with pain Past the point of no return Nothing stays the same The streets become our home Restless

, consume us ...? Past the point of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn ... We've passed the point of

flames, at last, consume us . . .? BOTH Past the point of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . . We've passed the point

me for life. A great star fell from the sky that night and with its descent left a scorched path in its way - a great path of self-destruction before burning