Capital Lights - Frank Morris
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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Seven months in the making,
making only organized crime.
We'll be masterminds if our dreams will reach the shore.
Another turning point in time,
tonight when the lights go out.
Shot gun freedom's what they say I'm about.
What I'm about won't matter
when I walk out the door.
Familiar faces put on dolls,
fashion raincoats and metals.
When that evening's ending,
I'm still standing tall,
surrounded by these loophole walls.
Any minute I'm beginning, taking time until I run.
Once we're gone,
at the sight of the lights out.
Nightfall shades the sun.
We're put together, said, and done.
Oh, oh, ohh. Oh, oh, oh.
Seven months left,
they're breaking,
breaking only rules that apply
in this prison label,
unable to abort.
A reputation rede