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Come on Eva take my hand |
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She could break the whole damn gang |
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I was walking around like a crazed cop |
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with a head full of intent |
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there's gonna be an accident |
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Tuesday to Saturday |
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money's all but spent |
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maybe Friday rob a bank |
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I remember driving around |
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in your big black car |
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It's not a BMW or a company car |
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there's gonna be an accident |
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Do you remember Petra Schelm |
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She was nineteen when she was gunned down |
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I remember when I was sixteen |
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the acid was tinged with red |
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fire magic in my head |
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walking around with heavy manners |
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you're going home in a f****** ambulance |
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there's gonna be an accident |
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follow me down |
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down on the escalator |
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department stores, friends like yours |
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your gonna get it sooner or later |
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I was lying in the back seat of the car |
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thinking this time we've gone too far |
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when we thought we were |
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smart in a government shop |
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talking 'bout mace and the Eastern bloc |
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there's gonna be an accident |
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riding around on vodka and aspirin |
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your gonna end up in casualty |
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there's gonna be an accident |
