| When she first saw him
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| In her blood she knew her role
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| He’d be king of the castle
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| She’d be the riches he stole
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| Some can only stumble through
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| The empty rooms of their soul
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| And it takes ashes
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| To make them whole
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| She looks in his eyes
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| When he brings out his gun
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| His uniform is open
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| He has a great buzz on
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| He says, 'bitch dance with me
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| I’m sick of the sun'
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| He shakes his money maker
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| Without the safety on
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| She tells herself
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| 'Don't ever act afraid
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| This is not how my
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| Debts will be paid'
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| And she never wants
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| His good time to fade
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| When hatred starts to flash
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| Twilight from his blade
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| He holds the gun loose and free
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| Like it’s a toy
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| Like an orchestra conductor who
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| Surrenders to the joy
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| He feels his destiny
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| Feels it like a boy
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| That it’s too important
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| For anyone to destroy
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| So around and around they go
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| On the rug by the bed
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| He’s pulling out his best moves
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| He’s cool as Wonder Bread
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| And the gun goes off
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| And paints her face all red
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| When she was dancing with him
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| He was dancing with the dead
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| You can forget your shadow
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| You can forget your dreams
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| But if you say the right words
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| Your uniform is clean
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| He loves those cop sunglasses
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| Loves what they mean
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| They show the world
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| That he’s on the winning team |