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I kept the note you never wrote |
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And put it with the rest I haven't got |
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I've got the bullet from your gun here |
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Should you return for another shot |
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Do you think that someone may have snuck into your life |
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And overnight has changed the locks |
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You treat your mind like a cheap hotel |
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Somewhere you can stay but never stop |
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Shall I tell you the tales of glory |
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In light of the many righted wrongs |
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Of the lives of the masked vigiliantes of love |
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And the story of their song |
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Say what you saw there |
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You know you haven't got the proof |
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Don't open up that drawer there |
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That's where I keep my ghastly truth |
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Do you feel that someone may have snuck into your life |
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And overnight has changed the locks |
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You treat your body like a cheap motel |
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Somewhere you can stay but never stop |
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Shall I tell you the tales of glory |
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In light of the many righted wrongs |
|
Of the lives of the masked vigiliantes of love |
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And the story of their song |
|
Do you feel that someone may have snuck into your life |
|
And overnight has changed the locks |
|
You treat your body like a cheap hotel |
|
Somewhere you can stay but never stop |
|
Shall I tell you the tales of glory |
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In light of the many righted wrongs |
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Of the lives of the masked vigilianies of love |
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And the story of their song |
