Sorry

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Because if you my son is dead
You dropped my little baby boys head
You just lie you say it's me
Now I want to be set free
You killed my son and you just smoked
Then you walked out with your trench coat
I just sat there all depressed
It's your fault for all my stress
Now it's your turn for what you did
When I kill you you'll go someplace new
If your in heaven tell my son your sorry
If your in hell my bad "sorry"

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