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Wanna know why there's a dead guy in my dining room |
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Hit a dead end with my best friend, met his end too soon |
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Cold blooded killer in the mirror, I don't recognize |
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Cold and convicted, TV depicted, right before your eyes |
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But it's over, I'm telling you now |
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Oh no, no more |
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Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster |
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Oh, it's a recipe for disaster |
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Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster |
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Oh, it's a recipe for disaster |
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Early evening, wine was breathing, things were going well |
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I took a good look at the cookbook, found the perfect spell |
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My preparation, anticipation, but suffered in suspense |
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Intoxicated, he turns out wasted, and I took offense |
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But it's over, I'm telling you now |
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Oh no, no more |
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Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster |
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Oh, it's a recipe for disaster |
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Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster |
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Oh, it's a recipe for disaster |
