Why do I, Feel the way, That I do, Deep inside... It feels like, Like my soul's, Leaving me, Now's my time...
When I shot a man, I watched him die, Seen the pain and the struggle, The fear in his eyes. The sight scars my mind, For each time I walked by, For each time I got high Under clear California skies...
Watch Him Die... Watch Him Die...
Why do I, Feel the way, That I do, Deep inside... It feels like, Like my soul's, Leaving me, Now's my time...
I lay here on the ground, My times now to die, My blood stains the concrete, As I look to the sky. As white fills my eyes, I shed tears and cry, For all the times I got high Under clear California skies...
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