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All Over This Town |
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It's a funny feeling, not really |
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Comfort me, cos I'm hearing violins |
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In the streets, friends I meet say |
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It's all over this town |
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The way you cheat, the way you lie |
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The way you want me to die |
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Over this |
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Over this |
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Over this town |
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The way you drive through the night |
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With a gun, me in your sights |
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Over this |
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Over this |
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Over this town |
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I'm caught in your headlights |
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No escape, move too late |
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And I'm hearing violins, in my head |
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In my bed, |
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Cause it's all over this town |
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And that does get around |
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The way you cheat |
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The way you lie |
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The way you want me to die |
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Over this |
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Over this |
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Over this town |
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The way you drive through the night |
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With a gun, me in your sights |
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Over this |
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Over this |
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Over this town |
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So many questions, floating around |
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But for the moment, hide underground |
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The way you cheat |
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The way you lie |
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The way you want me to die |
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Over this |
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Over this |
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Over this town |
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The way you drive through the night |
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With a gun, me in your sights |
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Over this |
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Over this |
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Over this town |
