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Sweet victim of paradise
Many things runnin through my veins. I'll always come up short being the one to blame. See the apple don't fall to far from root: when they rip me open the truth will be seen.
Sweet victim of paradise
Sweet victim of paradise
It's the governments money that bends me and one day will break me. Why can't they leave me in proverty: blowing smoke in mirrors to try and comfort me. Cause I'm a sweet victim of paradise 
Victim of paradise
I'm blazing through life without nothing to lose. I break a few curfews I got the bruises to show with hell I've gone through.