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On the top of the roof he sets his sights, |
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In the morning light he waits to strike, |
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Looking for the man with the two-tone shoes. |
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In the empty street that you left last |
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Down in your hall into his address |
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The cameras flash for the front page news |
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Just for today I like my dreams to be real |
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And when the liars rip the wheel |
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I'll keep my smile under the fade |
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Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby, |
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I felt like nothing when you left these arms |
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Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby, |
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I've got a coffin with your name in flowers. |
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Been called a black widow all the time |
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Don't matter with a heart as cold as mine. |
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With a red-haired dancer on his lap |
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He's driving himself to a heart attack |
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Up the road awaits the death proof car |
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Last thing he sees is a silhouette |
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And the glowing ember of a cigarette |
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She breaks the glass as he breaths his last |
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Just for today I like my dreams to be real |
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And when the liars rip the wheel |
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I'll keep my smile under the fade |
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Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby, |
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I've got a coffin with your name in flowers. |
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Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby, |
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I've got a coffin with your name in flowers. |
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Been called a black widow all the time |
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Don't matter with a heart as cold as mine. |
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Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby, |
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I've got a coffin with your name in flowers |
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Don't you worry 'bout your funeral, baby, |
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I've got a coffin with your name in flowers |
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Been called a black widow all the time |
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Don't matter with a heart as cold as mine. |