Misc Originals – Andrea Jimenez - Burn This Crime (Guitar)

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they can't belive all they see

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How a person in that way lives in our city

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You can listen if you walk through the streets

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The afraid feelings are now everywere

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And if you try to look around you just see

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Papers in the ligths screaming her name

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And the city grows, the street are long but the feel is breaking down

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And the city is trying hide the afraid in the streets to be stronger that him

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But the city is screaming donw the hall

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in the house where he did it all this crime

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Police cars in the streets asking if you

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even see nothing?

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The bigest city whit the madness people

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redy to burn his house

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The bigest city wishing that mad boy will going to the hell

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The bigest city ready to play

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The bigest city ready to burn this crime

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If he have the strong for walk again through the streets

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She's blood is droping now

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And the police cars again everywhere

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now we just want sleep

G7
But the sounds are strong and the ligths don't go

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That papers now in my balcony

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And the city grows, the street are long but the feel is breaking down

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And they just scream ''we think he did it here''

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But the city is screaming donw the hall

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in the house where he did it all this crime

D
Police cars in the streets asking if you

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even see nothing?

Em
The bigest city whit the madness people

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redy to burn his house

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The bigest city wishing that mad boy will going to the hell

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The bigest city ready to play

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The bigest city ready to burn this crime

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And he use to say there's nothing I can do now to save her life

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Her family is broken

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3 days and still don't know nothing

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They say they feel

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Worst than a horror film

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2 am and full ligth moon

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Between a sentimental storm

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but we are a city screaming down the hall

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In the house where that stupid boy did all this crime

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There aren't places in the heaven for that mad boy

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All the hells are better than him

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Police cars in the streets asking if you

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even see nothing?

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Blue and red ligths 

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Behind fast cars

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And closed houses 

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Whit the police tape

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All the afraid 

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Is droping away

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But anyways

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We are ready

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To bur this crime