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Paintings they fall off the walls when you come |
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Traipsing in with your horse |
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Your six string guitar is a mess silver bullets |
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Hanging off yr dress |
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Now I remember what I meant to be-to replace |
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Your history |
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Who let that girl into this room-so innocent yet |
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Doomed |
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Who shot the poison arrow |
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Here she comes-yeh-shes playing hard to get |
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There she goes-a promise you can never forget |
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Mirrors, they black out and freeze when you pull |
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Me in too too deep |
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Everytime I handcuff you I know I come closer to |
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The truth |
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Now I remember whatI meant to say-to count |
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All my blessings today |
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Who let that girl into this room-so innocent |
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Yet doomed |
