| I saw her, yeah I saw her
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| With a black tongue tied around the roses
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| Fists pounding on a vending machine
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| Torrid diamond ring stuck on her finger
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| With a noose she could hang from the sun
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| Pointed out with the dark sunglasses
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| Walking quickly down the beach
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| She spits on the sand where the bums are beaching
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| And I know I’m gonna steal a life
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| She doesn’t even know it’s wrong
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| And you know I’m gonna make it right
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| Take her where her soul belongs
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| Know I’m gonna steal a life
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| Nothing that I wouldn’t try
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| Hey my summer girl
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| Hey my summer girl
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| My summer girl
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| Hey my summer girl
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| I saw her, yeah I saw her
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| With her hands tied back, a black Suburban
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| Calling out from a landfilled life
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| Scrawling her name up on the ceiling
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| Throw a coin in the fountain of dust
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| White noise, her ears are ringing
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| Got a ticket for my midnight hanging
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| Throw a ?? |
| from a freight train leaving
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| And I know I’m gonna steal a life
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| She doesn’t even know it’s wrong
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| And you know I’m gonna make it right
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| Take her where her soul belongs
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| Know I’m gonna steal a life
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| Nothing that I wouldn’t try
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| Hey my summer girl
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| Hey my summer girl
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| My summer girl
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| Hey my summer girl
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| Hey my summer girl
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| Hey my summer girl
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| My summer girl
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| Hey my summer girl
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| Hey my summer girl
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| Hey my summer girl
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| My summer girl
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| Hey my summer girl |