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Jimmy, his secret's out |
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The one he locked inside and denied every word about |
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He's guilty so his story claims |
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Twisting in his seat he repeats alone his name |
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Counting the words between his every line |
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Searchin' miles and miles to define |
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Just what it all means |
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Jimmy, as quiet as a church mouse |
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Painted every graphic scene but with few details |
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His accomplice had made sure of this |
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When she sealed it with a bedspring kiss |
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And when her time had come to go |
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Jimmy washed off the bloodstains form her clothes |
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But with a needle in his vein |
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He knew he could not explain |
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Just what it all means |
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Counting the words between his every line |
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Searchin' miles and miles to define |
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Just what it all means |
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Counting the words between his every line |
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Searchin' miles and miles to define |
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Just what it all means |
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Killing his time, a monkey in his vein |
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He knew he could not explain |
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Just what it all means |
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Just what it all means |