| I saw my girl, she was hanging
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| By a thread, she was gone
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| Left a note, wrote in crayon
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| Saying, «So long, death lives on»
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| I really thought that she loved me
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| Because we’ve had so much phun
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| Now I’m living on the run, looking out for number one
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| I took a ride to the city
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| Had to get out of this town
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| My little girl looked so pretty
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| When they laid her in the ground
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| Her daddy said he don’t like me
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| But he don’t like anyone
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| And now I’m living on the run, looking out for number one
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| I had a drink at the station
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| Had to get out of my head
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| Saw my face on a TV
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| Wanted dead was all it said
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| Now my life could be ending
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| When it’s only just begun
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| And now I’m living on the run, looking out for number one
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| One day she — laughed at me
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| And left me dunder-hearted
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| L.A.P.D. |
| is after me
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| Let’s get this party started
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| I’m looking out for number one |