| Come on Eva take my hand
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| She could break the whole damn gang
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| I was walking around like a crazed cop
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| With a head full of intent
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| There’s gonna be an accident
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| Tuesday to Saturday
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| Money’s all but spent
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| Maybe Friday rob a bank
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| I remember driving around
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| In your big black car
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| It’s not a BMW or a company car
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| There’s gonna be an accident
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| Do you remember Petra Schelm
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| She was nineteen when she was gunned down
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| I remember when I was sixteen
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| The acid was tinged with red
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| Fire magic in my head
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| Walking around with heavy manners
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| You’re going home in a f****** ambulance
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| There’s gonna be an accident
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| Follow me down
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| Down on the escalator
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| Department stores, friends like yours
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| Your gonna get it sooner or later
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| I was lying in the back seat of the car
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| Thinking this time we’ve gone too far
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| When we thought we were
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| Smart in a government shop
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| Talking 'bout mace and the Eastern bloc
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| There’s gonna be an accident
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| Riding around on vodka and aspirin
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| Your gonna end up in casualty
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| There’s gonna be an accident |