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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 |
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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 way I do? |
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And is evil just |
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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 hand |
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With meths on their breaths |
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And you with youth on your side |
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A plastic bag stranded at the lights |
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This once was me |
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But now I'm a |
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Sister, I'm a |
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All over this town |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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All over this town |
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All over this town |
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Oh |
