Tricky undertaking as he was suspicious at first
But i won him over and sat back till the bomb burst
Bitter grudge against the police, he was out for a rematch
Impossible to make peace so i prepared for a big catch
Should've known from the start it would all blow up in my face
Was too reckless so the bullet hit me during the chase
It's gone but i can still feel it like a phantom limb
Unerasable scars although convinced i caught him
But i didn't: another failure, another dead soul
And yet i continue to silently play my role
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