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Who killed Norma Jean? |
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I, said the City, as a civic duty, |
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I killed Norma Jean. |
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Who saw her die? |
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I, said the Night, and a bedroom light, |
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We saw her die. |
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Who'll catch her blood? |
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I, said the Fan, with my little pan, |
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I'll catch her blood. |
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Who'll make her shroud? |
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I, said the Lover, my guilt to cover, |
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I'll make her shroud. |
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Who'll dig her grave? |
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The tourist will come and join in the fun, |
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He'll dig her grave. |
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Who'll be chief mourners? |
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We who represent, and lose our ten percent. |
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We'll be the chief mourners. |
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Who'll bear the pall? |
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We, said the Press, in pain and distress, |
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We'll bear the pall. |
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Who'll toll the bell? |
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I, screamed the mother, locked in her tower, |
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I'll pull the bell. |
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Who'll soon forget? |
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I, said the Page, beginning to fade, |
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I'll be the first to forget |
