| I’ll scratch a mystery just please continue
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| On with your crime. |
| It’s not that I don’t mind
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| Or, if you prefer, I’ll pen a murder
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| To pass your time — your empty time
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| I left a little something on the altar for you
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| So poorly I’ve hidden knives
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| You will find them, you will find them
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| (My hidden knives)
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| So poorly I’ve hidden knives
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| You will find them, you’ll find them
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| And we’ll put pen to page
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| There is no mystery in my cadence
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| I’ve penned the end over smarter lines
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| But we both prefer romantic murder
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| To erase time and my, my empty life
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| I left a little something on the table for you
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| So poorly I’ve hidden knives
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| You will find them, you will find them
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| (My hidden knives)
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| So poorly I’ve hidden knives
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| You will find them, you’ll find them
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| And we’ll put pen to page
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| Oh, you know me well
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| (Oh, you know me well)
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| Oh, you know me well
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| (Oh, you know me well)
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| Well enough to find
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| (Oh, you know me well)
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| Surely sharpened knives
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| I left a little something on the table for you
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| So poorly I’ve hidden knives
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| You will find them, you will find them
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| (My hidden knives)
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| So poorly I’ve hidden knives
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| You will find them, you’ll find them
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| And we’ll put pen to page |