| A plan in effect under a watchful eye, follow their mark under the devil’s sun
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| Struggle for control, regain sole power, in the morning light the set up unfolds
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| North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds
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| Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall
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| By four, the massacre, gunned down, over seventy rounds
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| Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core
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| One alive, clinging to life, left for dead, fourteen wounds
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| On the floor, the seven now lie with blood, shell casing and corpses
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| North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds
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| Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall
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| By four, the massacre, gunned down, over seventy rounds
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| Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core
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| The aftermath divides city lines, beginning the end of ones power
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| Public outrage, demanding the truth, the Massacre of St. Valentine
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| North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds
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| Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall
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| Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core |