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You tried to call |
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You tried to fall down too |
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The news was right |
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There's a fire inside you |
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Unclean deserter |
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I dream of murder and you |
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And you |
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The train rolls past |
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Wish I was on it too |
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The lights go black |
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I'm blind but honest |
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You should have wanted the truth |
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The truth |
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House to house, festering |
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With one burning question |
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Was it you? Was it you? |
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Town on the hill |
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And I got sixty-five shells |
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I'm back to track you down |
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And kill you myself |
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Myself |
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Sixty-five shells |
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And nothing else to sell |
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Someone betrayed me |
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Now I'm out making |
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Cold calls designed to kill |
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Cold calls designed to kill |
