| I’m the one to say I’m sorry if, but none this seems like a crime to me
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| It’s morbid but it must be done
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| Nothing heard, nothing said
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| One more purist is dead
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| In the corner there’s a roman dwarf, turning into a horse
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| Call them in
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| World is moving at my will, boredom
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| Call them in
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| It’s taking up their time until I call them in
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| Turn out the light now, they’re still moving
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| Push that pedal to the floor
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| Hit and run, you are my bowling pin
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| When that bastard’s driving I can call myself a heroine
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| This is the highlight of your life
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| This is where white trash fails
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| We don’t do curses in remorse
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| It’s so kind of you to visit me in my loneliness
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| I understand, you see
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| It’s not the first time for me
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| I’ve already turned my back to you to get a stab
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| Then a kiss, you’re loving this
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| It has to wait, it’s you you hate
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| Call them in
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| Words are meaningless until I say them
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| Call them in
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| But you’ve been called upon to sin
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| I call you in!
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| Push that pedal to the floor
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| Hit and run, you are my bowling pin
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| When that bastard’s driving I can call myself a heroine
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| This is the highlight of your life
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| This is where white trash fails
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| We don’t do curses in remorse
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| AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH! |