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Harry's on the run, he's got good reason |
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Since he bought a gun, he'll never sleep again |
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Widow sleeps alone, she never shuts her window |
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Mandy knows what's fun, she just don't know what's right |
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Come on, step inside |
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Come on, step inside, don't walk on by |
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Step inside |
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Come on, step inside |
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Sequins on his shirt, Stevie's up for dancing |
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Always been a flirt, Carol steps in line |
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History to the bone, memory to the marrow |
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Old an' weary man, treads a travelled road |
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Come on, step inside |
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Come on, step inside, don't walk on by |
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Step inside |
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Come on, step inside |
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Standing in the sun, trolling cold Maria |
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A Hare Krishna drum sounds distantly in time |
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The blood comes off like grime, in the wash hand basin |
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Just another crime, reason with her |
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Step inside |
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Come on, step inside, donm't walk on by |
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Step inside |
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Come on, step inside, don't walk on by |
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Step inside |
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Come on, step inside |
