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You don't know the trouble you're in |
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Linvin' in paradise, livin' in sin |
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You better watch out baby one of these days |
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Another man coming gonna change your ways |
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Broken, broken truth must be spoken |
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Can we be responsible, is someone keeping score |
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Broken, broken when all guns are smoking |
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Do you want to die then, according to the law |
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Sunshine, moonshine, fire & flood |
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Death come hungry to your neighbourhood |
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You better watch out baby, one of these nights |
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Somebody coming to shoot out your lights |
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Broken, broken, lies will be spoken |
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Must we be expendable, is that what we are for |
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Broken, broken, when all doors are closing |
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Shall we say good-bye then, according to the law |
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You better move baby cut & run |
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Better get back to where you come from |
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You better watch out baby, stay in line |
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You're gonna lose out to a life of crime |
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Broken, broken, swear |
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I ain't jokin' |
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Is nothing sacred, no lovers anymore |
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Broken, broken, when virgins are chosen |
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Then who will choose you according to the law |
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Broken, broken truth must be spoken |
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Too late to be virgins, too early to be whores |
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Broken, broken when all guns are smokin' |
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Then you must be silent, according to the law. |
