| There’s a girl online
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| We’ve been speaking
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| Her world is an ocean away
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| But when I arrive
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| Yeah, we’re gonna hang
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| I’ll wear my birthday noose
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| Cut to the chair
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| In front of the scores
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| Trapped and scared
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| Electrocutes
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| Yeah, we’re gonna meet up and God
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| She’s down to hang
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| Like gliders in the sky
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| She is down to hang
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| Or sneakers on a wire
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| She is down to hang
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| Or a towel on the floor not drying at all
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| She is down to hang
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| A Renoir or Monet on public display
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| She is down to hang
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| Like a Pablo Picasso
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| Or a Vincent van Gogh
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| Ooh, she’s down to hang
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| Punching bags, beat in a gym
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| She is down to hang
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| Like puppets on a puppet string
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| She is down to hang
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| A chandelier, a political career
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| She is down to hang
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| Fresh load of whites on the washing line
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| She is down to hang
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| The coat on the back of a rack
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| She is down to hang
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| Like Malibu in the '60s
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| She is down to hang
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| Peking ducks at the Chinese buffet
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| She is down to hang
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| Like a greenhouse full of ferns
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| She is down to hang
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| Or a disco ball in the dancing hall
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| She is down to hang
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| A carcass in the butcher’s fridge
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| She is down to hang
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| An asphyxiated man with a belt in a van, his dick in his hand
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| She’s down to hang
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| Ooh like Jesus
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| She’s down to hang
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| As I drive from my house
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| From sea to shining sea
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| I count the flags I see
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| There’s something in the open air
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| Fear is popular here
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| When we last spoke
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| The line was loose
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| Her voice as scrambled as eggs
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| But understand she has a plan
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| She intends to install hooks in the wall, mats on the floor and toys in her
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| drawer
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| That’s not all
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| When I return, she’s down to hang
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| Now I’m down to hang 'cause she is down to hang
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| God, she is down to hang like Jesus
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| Now I’m hooked
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| She turns me on
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| Like a remote control
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| Like Jesus |