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You're an unusual suspect now and may be right. |
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The kind all men cannot recollect or forget at night. |
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You're the rough detective with the smokey eye. |
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Where the person you are after is the other guy. |
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The apprentice is the master and the cop's a con. |
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You hear me laughing in the background. |
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Don't make me run, baby; |
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don't make me run, ah ow! |
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Don't make me run, baby; |
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don't make me run, ah, ow! |
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Well, I'll make you retell your story now just to trip you up. |
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This mirror is reflective only if you're tired. |
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Your instinct is defective, but your crook's on fire. |
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I, get a lil' possessive when I've tricking a liar, now. |
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You sympathize, you hypnotize, it's just so odd. |
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Well, I'm a rough detective on a glory ride. |
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You keep going faster so I slow down. |
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You hear me laughing in the background. |
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Don't make me run, baby; |
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don't make me run, ah ow! |
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Don't make me run, baby; |
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don't make me run, ah, ow! |
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Aaaaaah! |
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What's happening? |
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What's happening? |
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Well. |
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Ah ah ah ah ah ah... |
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I can't hold it any longer. |
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I can't hold it anymore. |
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She looked right at me and laughed; is she laughing? |
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She looked right at me, is she laughing at me? |
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Don't make me run. |
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Is she laughing at me? |
