| Somewhere in the distance I can hear «Who Shot Sam?»
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| This is my conviction, that I am an innocent man
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| Though you say I’m unkind
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| I’m being as nice as I can
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| Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches
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| I struck lucky with motel matches
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| Falling for you without a second look
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| Falling out of your open pocketbook
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| Giving you away like motel matches
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| I wake with the siren in an emergency
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| Though your mind is full of love in your eyes there is a vacancy
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| And you know what I’ll do
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| When the light outside changes from red to blue
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| Boys everywhere, fumbling with the catches
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| I struck lucky with motel matches
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| Falling for you without a second look
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| Falling out of your open pocketbook
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| Giving you away like motel matches
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| Giving you away like motel matches
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| Giving you away like motel matches
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| Giving you away like motel matches
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| Giving you away like motel matches |