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Last Flight War Is The New Peace

Put up your hands And up your guns New war is a fake peace You like to shout Against my face You say hello, killing! I swear I love, I live, I die No

chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is

-keds box full of layman's terms, it goes hey, peace, pray for the plagued, major relief and capacious rains, but just cuz i don't want to war with you

spine, leave you vegetable Where the bullet not Don't get caught in drop when the light change Left that light frame like eject on the flight plane Peace

chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is

chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is

chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is

chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is

Foot Hyper Sniper:] My dosage of murder is a movie 3000 Miles to Graceland, alotta gun clapping, man Chicks say Dre Street, the last man, specialist,