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Killing season it's beginning |
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I feel your hands around my throat |
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You're either lose, or come up winning |
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I wear my old gray over coat, |
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I paint it merry, I paint it black |
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Tonight they hang Jack |
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Tonight they hang Jack |
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When this killing season's opened, |
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I never say your name again |
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And if a smell your perfume, the perfume of your blood |
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I know it's just a coincidence, instance of my drug |
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You hear the children speaking backwards |
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Dead by glow above he beds |
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Who sings a song that isn't a song |
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My soul's attraction |
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Cops and criminals, and all that crawl get into action |
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Smell in the instance of the perfume of your blood |
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Smell in the instance of the perfume of my drug |
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The prick and border start to pound, |
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Powdering in the air like ----- |
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When this cold dark night is over, |
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There ain't nobody left around |
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I paint it merry, I paint it black |
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Tonight they hang Jerry |
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Tonight they hang Jerry |
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And when this fever's dream is ending |
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I'll never come this way again |
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And if a smell your perfume, the perfume of your blood |
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I know it's just a coincidence, instance of my drug |
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Killing season it's beginning, |
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Skeleton hands around my throat |
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Someone will lose, somebody's winning |
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I wear my old gray over coat |
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I wear my old gray over coat |
