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i stole it from your pocket and then |
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i left without a sound. |
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i put it in a locket and then |
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i put it in the ground, because |
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we both know that no evidence can be found. |
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i placed each photo that i collected and prized in the fire |
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i made a little potion and then i capped it with my tooth |
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and if i had a notion that they would offer me a truce, |
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i would trade each forbidden fortune; |
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instead, they'll fit me for a noose |
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they'll string me up by my vows |
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just for that hour next to you. |
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i hear the voices below, a lame, mangy mob |
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a cool constant stutter from pink swollen tongues |
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well they don't know how i feel |
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for these flirts, and these tramps, |
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oh wristcutters, each one of them |
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oh stop, please listen. |
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you know they're not that innocent. |
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oh... |
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no no no no it's not me. |
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i've paid all my debts, and it's such a small fee for some sleep |
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my neck for some sleep... |
