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Heart of The City
There ain't no love in the heart of the city
Where living conditions are rather shitty
Bullets are flying like in a Call of Duty game
Lives keep expiring; it's a pity and a shame
It's said the game's to be sold but never told
I'm exclaiming loudly that many won't grow old
Hands are forced to fold, even with a full house
Left behind are kids and sometimes a spouse
How can we douse the flames of raging infernos?
There're no reset buttons; this ain't Nintendo
Aficionados of peace want the killings to cease
Instead of family gatherings for loved ones deceased
Where living conditions are rather shitty
Bullets are flying like in a Call of Duty game
Lives keep expiring; it's a pity and a shame
It's said the game's to be sold but never told
I'm exclaiming loudly that many won't grow old
Hands are forced to fold, even with a full house
Left behind are kids and sometimes a spouse
How can we douse the flames of raging infernos?
There're no reset buttons; this ain't Nintendo
Aficionados of peace want the killings to cease
Instead of family gatherings for loved ones deceased
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