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So cold, touch his heart |
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And there's a chance you could freeze |
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Steel soul, keep your distance |
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Or be ready to bleed |
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He was good at the bait and hook |
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He was really good at push and shove |
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He believed in whatever it took |
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And whatever it took, it was never enough |
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Well there was a crooked man |
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And he walked a crooked mile |
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Lived a crooked life |
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Behind a crooked smile |
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Goodness, like an arrow |
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Lodges where it can |
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But it never pierces |
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The heart of a crooked man |
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Justify |
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When justice wouldn't pay the toll |
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Subtle lies |
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When the truth was better half than whole |
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Driven by an insatiable lust |
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For power that was just out of reach |
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Living on an illusion of trust |
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With a steady dose of control and greed |
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Well, there was a crooked man |
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And he walked a crooked mile |
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Lived a crooked life |
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Behind a crooked smile |
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Goodness, like an arrow |
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Lodges where it can |
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But it never pierces |
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The heart of a crooked man |
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Some life |
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Nobody came to say goodbye |
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Slow ride |
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For the author of his own demise |
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No one had much good to say |
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Some were glad that he was finally gone |
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His legacy was cold and gray |
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Like the mocking words that were carved in stone |
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Say there was a crooked man |
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And he walked a crooked mile |
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Lived a crooked life |
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Behind a crooked smile |
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Goodness, like an arrow |
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Lodges where it can |
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But it never pierces the heart, no it never |
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It never pierces the heart of a crooked man |
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Was a crooked man |
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Walked a crooked mile |
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Oh, such a crooked man |
