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(sung) |
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I'm |
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The private eye |
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Hot on your trail |
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The top gun for hire |
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You'll find me lurking in the shadows |
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Always searching for a clue |
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I'm the bulletproof detective |
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I got my eye on you |
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The Private Eye (spoken) |
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Snapshot in the parking lot |
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Man and woman embrace |
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Partners in crime ignite the infidelity |
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Into these crimes of passion |
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Betrayal, I see it every day |
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Like my own reflection in the mirror staring back at me |
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Another case |
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Another bottle of booze |
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Life is no longer a mystery to me |
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(sung) |
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Cause I'm |
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The private eye |
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Hot on your trail |
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The top gun for hire |
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You'll find me lurking in the shadows |
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Always searching for a clue |
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I'm the bulletproof detective |
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I got my eye on you |
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(spoken) |
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The Private Eye |
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11:18 pm |
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Subject is checking into the Desert Palms Motel |
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accompanied by an unknown female |
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Unknown female |
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So, what turns you on? |
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Subject |
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Pretend you're dead. That'll turn me on. |
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Unknown female |
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Sick little fuck, aren't ya? |
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Subject |
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I just get what I want. Even if it's by force. |
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Unknown female: |
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You don't have to wait for William. ...got anything to drink? |
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Subject |
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I'm not paying you to sit around and drink. |
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Unknown female: |
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Well then shut up, I'll punch the clock, and you can fuck me til the blood scares you. |
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sexualized moaning |
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Subject |
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Say goodnight, bitch! |
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The woman screams and her scream is silenced by a gun shot |
