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She walks into a gas station restroom |
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She pulls out a key attached to string |
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She ties the string to her teeth, yeah |
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She swallows the key, uncomfortably |
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I've been following her |
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For two weeks in Geneva |
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Just to get the key |
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Hope she hasn't spotted me |
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I've been trailing her |
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Via hitch from a trucker |
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Who was talky and greedy |
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He cost me 80 euros |
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We follow her fancy black limo |
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To the airport outside of Geneva |
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We pull up to terminal C |
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I give the driver an extra sixty to forget about me |
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It's kind of hard to say when this all began |
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She and I were mercenaries in Japan |
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We both were so young |
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We both fell in love |
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Five years later we were getting ready to retire |
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Saving money from the hits we did together |
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We were high profile killers |
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No bullshit |
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So we moved to Spain |
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We both changed our names |
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Settled down |
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Got out of the game |
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And I still hear her voice |
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And I still smell her hair |
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Dammit these dreams |
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When she comes back to me |
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I can't believe my luck |
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The only person I could trust |
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You know killing is tough |
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When you first fall in love |
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Yeah she two timed me |
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Yeah she stole the key |
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Moved all my money |
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To some bank across the sea |
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She books a flight to Toronto tonight |
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I'm heading towards a lock smith in Michigan |
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You know I could've just killed her |
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But she's not that kind of girl, no |
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Sometimes, I really just wish she was |
