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All over this town |
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Yes, a low wind may blow |
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And i can see through everybody's clothes |
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With no reason |
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To hide these words, i feel |
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And no reason |
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To talk about the books i read |
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But still, i do |
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That's 'cause i'm a ... |
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Sister i'm a ... |
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All over this town |
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Along this way |
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Outside the prison gates |
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I love the romance of crime |
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And i wonder : |
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Does anybody feel the same way i do ? |
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And is evil just something you are |
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Or something you do ? |
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Sister i'm a ... |
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Sister i'm a ... |
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All over this town |
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All over this town |
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They pull over |
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In their citroen vans |
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Not to shake your hands |
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With meths on their breaths |
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And you with youth on your side |
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All alone ... lone ... alone, waiting at the lights |
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But not this time |
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Sister i'm a ... |
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Sister i'm a ... |
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All over this town ... |
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All .. oh |
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Oh |
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All over this town |
