| She is black, she is beautiful,
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| She is venom of lies
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| She is insidious, she is a sin
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| She is a beast, the devil. |
| This devil smiles.
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| One in the middle of the crowd,
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| She stands in front of the line.
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| Maybe she loves him, maybe she loves…
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| But a pistol in her hand. |
| Her pistol shines.
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| Last moments of flight,
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| Last seconds of light
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| And all stars will turn to lead.
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| Count to three
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| And you will be free.
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| Feel the inside of piping-cold seeds.
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| He in a white dress, like a little lamb,
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| With a gold halo over head.
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| He is very smart, He understands
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| that the best jewelry made of lead.
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| One in the middle of the crowd,
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| He stands in front of the line.
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| Maybe he loves her, maybe she loves…
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| But a pistol in his hand. |
| His pistol shines.
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| Only pistols love them both.
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| Pistols. |
| Cold, hard, and so smooth.
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| Barrel target each other’s eyes
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| Fire causes melting snow. |
| Good-bye. |