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Frankly I'm not impressed |
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With the issue you've undressed |
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And you never come around |
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Little fingers creep up and under my neck tie |
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You can bury me with your bullets and your smile |
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They're one and the same and I won't blame you for trying |
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You can bury me with your bullets and your crime |
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They're one and the same and I won't blame you for trying |
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It's a stop in every town |
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Turn the ground upside down |
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When you say the world is there for me |
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Too bad I never liked the taste of oysters |
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You can bury me with your bullets and your smile |
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They're one and the same and I won't blame you for trying |
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You can bury me with your bullets and your crime |
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They're one and the same, I won't blame you for trying |
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You don't scare me with your tiny little eyes |
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A ring of the neck, I'll steal your breath when you are sighing |
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You can bury me with your bullets and your crime |
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They're one and the same, I won't blame you for trying |
