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I met her while in France |
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We had a brief romance |
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She rubbed my arm |
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I rubbed her arm |
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Then we dirty danced |
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She moved down to L.A. |
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She met a dude o.k. |
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He sawed her head off with a knife |
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Now she's gone away |
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Hid away |
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Hid away |
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Hid away |
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Went away |
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California's nice |
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It snowed there once or twice |
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Bullets fly across the sky |
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The path is smooth and tight |
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I caught one at the bus stop |
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I said hey man I've been shot |
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I felt the warm blood rolling down |
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Now it's gone away |
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Hid away |
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Hid away |
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Hid away |
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I met her while in France |
|
We had a brief romance |
|
She rubbed my arm |
|
I rubbed her arm |
|
Then we dirty danced |
|
She moved down to L.A. |
|
She met a dude o.k. |
|
He sawed her head off with a knife |
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Now she's gone away |
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Hid away |
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Hid away |
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Hid away |