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[Fantine is lying in a hospital bed, deliriously dreaming of her daughter Cosette.] Fantine Cosette, it's turned so cold Cosette, it's past your bedtime
[Fantine is lying in a hospital bed, deliriously dreaming of her daughter Cosette] [FANTINE] Cosette, it's turned so cold Cosette, it's past your bedtime
carefully controlled, Why else would fiction have such licence? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, But when the real deaths started on
the laughin' stock of the neighbourhood And you would think He'd try to prove 'em wrong But Christ He suffered like I said, stuck up on the death cross
s death If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect enter the lung get shredded by person to person contact But beyond that, any rappers death
death If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect enter the lung get shredded by person to person contact But beyond that, any rappers death
Entered with perturbation Unexpected hospitable spirits An experience by mortals Threnodies and death-bells Prevailing silhouettes At this place of calamity
offer, drink, enter, exit, well this one wasn't so good. i have debuted at carnegie hall. i have been homeless, panhandled on the streets. i have witnessed death
lives of Presidents and street thugs on tha corner I'm tha definition of death row Have you froze wit a tag on ya left toe Or tha hospital bed wit ripped
head That leave many dead In hospital beds Now you and death are newlywed So before I enter the tunnel I step back and shake it Is it world the death
real world is carefully controlled, Why else would fiction have such licence? We are allowed to see endless theatrical deaths, But when the real deaths
't see shit. It's not the same to me when falling on my face. I finally drank myself to death. Enter the shaking, maaan, I shoulda eaten something. Enter
"entering.. life sequence... fiiive" [Cage] if you walk with me this way you'll see this giant spread of all the substances you could abuse and if you
read "Nefarious" that's all and that's it [Chorus] [Second Verse] The car hit the corner, felt the slug enter my chest Burnin' like some brimstone initiatin' the process of death
