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Thrown out of a moving limousine |
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Tied up in corners with no hope of escape |
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Followed at high speed |
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Roughed up and handcuffed and led away |
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Dangled upside down from a great height |
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Tied to the rails as the train rounds the bend |
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Hijacked and hotwired |
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Snarled at by dogs against the chain link fence |
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Then she tells you |
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She tells you |
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She tells you you're not home |
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Sucked out of the airlock |
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Cornered like a rat in the crowded city square |
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Lowered into volcanoes |
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Bound up back to back in smart matching chairs |
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She tells you |
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She tells you oh |
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She tells you you're not home |
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My sweetheart dreams |
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My sweetheart dreams in an empty bed |
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My sweetheart dreams of revenge. |
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Left for dead in mexico |
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Forged and counterfeit, invisible ink |
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Cut out words on a ransom note |
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Oh i beg you honey it's not what you think |
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then she tells you |
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she tells you |
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she tells you you're not home |
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then she tells you you're not home |