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Come in sit by the light |
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Tell us everything that happened tonight |
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We know you were there |
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There at the scene of the crime |
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No, no you've got it all wrong |
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You can't blame me |
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For something I haven't done |
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It was all just a big mistake |
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And now you can't think straight |
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Cause they're onto you now |
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And they've figured you out |
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Cause they're onto you now |
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They're always just one step behind |
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And you're so scared of what they'll find |
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And now you're running for your life |
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You're buying everything they sell |
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Those pushed will always say they fell |
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You got a postcard sent from hell |
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With my strong alibi |
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You can't frame me, don't even try |
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You don't know me |
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You're not even trying to see |
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And now you can't think straight |
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Cause they're onto you now |
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And they've figured you out |
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Cause they're onto you now |
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They're always just one step behind |
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And you're so scared of what they'll find |
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And now you're running for your life |
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You're buying everything they sell |
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Those pushed will always say they fell |
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You got a postcard sent from hell |
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And you don't belong |
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And the papers are never wrong! |
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Just like the public don't forget, don't forget, don't forget |
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And now you can't think straight |
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And now you can't think straight |
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You're not even trying to see |
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They're always just one step behind |
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And you're so scared of what they'll find |
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And now you're running for your life |
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You're buying everything they sell |
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Those pushed will always say they fell |
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You got a postcard sent from hell |
