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The news travels fast in this town |
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a soap opera in a bar room to be found |
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the windy city rumor mill will generate |
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if you have guts to spill |
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the walls are closing in while listening to me |
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When enemies start posing as friends |
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to keep you even closer in the end |
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the rooms turn to black |
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a kitchen knife is twisting in my back |
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the lights turn back on |
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there's no trace who's hunting me |
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within six degrees of separation |
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the perpetrator emerging from |
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the shadows of the hall |
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I watch the company I keep |
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that know nothing at all |
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six degrees of separation |
