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All aboard Cleopatra purrs... aha |
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Pens and swords, the gun's mightier |
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A mane of gold like a flame from a skull |
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Upon the wings of an angel |
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We'll leave this hellhole |
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Little boy lost down devil's alley |
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The mad Alsatian can almost taste me |
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Merrily merrily in terror I flee |
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Into the glow of traffic like a lava flow you'll see me |
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Every time I dance |
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Every time I dance with you |
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I'll stagger out the nightclub black and blue, battered and bruised |
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I care not |
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But I care not |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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All aboard Cleopatra purrs... aha |
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Pens and swords, the gun's mightier |
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A mane of gold like a flame from a skull |
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Upon the wings of an angel |
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We'll leave this hellhole |
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Mack the Knife, strolling down the street |
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The Surgeons in the slaughterhouse, spice their diced meat |
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Merrily merrily in terror I flee |
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Merrily merrily in terror I flee |
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Every time I dance |
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Every time I dance with you |
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I'll stagger out the nightclub black and blue, battered and bruised |
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I care not |
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But I care not |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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I care not |
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I care not |
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But I care not |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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It's time for the shoot out |
