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(There's far too many of you dying) [Verse One: Scarface] June twenty-eight was the date thirty-eight Till the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake And everybody's dressed up in black suits...
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Previously onDo No Harm I know that you think you love him. Okay, that scar on your face? That isn't love. That's possession and rage. It's crazy. It has nothing to do with love. Are we staying here...
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