Lyrics

I thought you were a friend of mine Last night I seen you as your kind Chorus: A paid killer A paid killer Only twenty-five killin' me alive The sun was dry, the streets were hot You laid me out in cold shot Chorus Careful now of what you crave It led me right into a grave
Writer(s): John Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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