| Some female hair, flowers a dead
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| The bracing smell of rain in the air
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| Crushing floor, doors opened
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| Glass tiles ang tears of blood everywhere
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| Cloudy skies, moaning wind
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| Chairs, tables upset, a tearing sense
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| Somebody has been here
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| A blood-stained man who pretends innocence
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| So never feel assurance -I breathe out in vengeance
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| I’ll hunt you with my revenge
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| My law will strike down on you
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| A narrow street, a purple scarf
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| Fearsome cat-eyes glowing in the dark
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| A used-up wallet, her photo therein
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| Her voice echoes again in the wind
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| Crumbling walls, long shadows
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| You can still smell her sweet fragrance
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| She’s only twenty, good-looking, lovely
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| But still a blood-stained man who pretends innocence
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| So never feel assurance I breathe out in vengeance
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| I hunt you with my revenge
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| My law will strike down on you
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| Blur of sight, sudden light
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| Disturbtes the recognition of every mistake
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| What if I am? |
| By any chance
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| A blood-stained man who pretends innocence? |