| Another girl has turned up dead
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| Another teenage whore
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| You know the cops they couldn’t give a shit
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| But the nightly news is all over it;
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| «She was just 16 never been out of Michigan.»
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| They say he tied her to his bed
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| And lit the trailer park on fire
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| «They found her body charred and wrecked in the ashes,»
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| Says the on the ground reporter with Gucci sunglasses
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| And his hair sprayed perfect, his microphone so serious
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| Homicides
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| Ruined lives
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| Innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire
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| You float
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| On a black cloud
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| With a camera crew to catch the bodies burning down
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| You clip her picture from the paper
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| You pin it on your wall
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| At night she stares with supernatural eyes
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| Bloodshot and red and wild and alive;
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| «Do you think I’m sexy? |
| Do you think I’m dirty?»
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| Well at night she pulls up in a sports car
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| With the windows boarded up
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| She takes you to a nightclub
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| Where everyone’s gunshot wounds
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| Are Technicolor brooches
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| Oh, their mouths dripping roaches
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| And then you run back to your safe suburban home
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| Homicides
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| Ruined Lives
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| Innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire
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| You float
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| On a black cloud
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| With a camera crew to catch the bodies burning down
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| Homicides
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| (You're just another headline girl.)
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| Ruined Lives
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| (You're just another headline girl.)
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| Innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire
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| You float
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| (You're just another headline girl.)
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| On a black cloud
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| (You're just another headline girl.)
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| With a camera crew to catch the bodies burning down
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| Oh, in time
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| We’ll forget your name
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| Little girl, oh in time little girl
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| You know, we’ll forget your face
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| Because we’re moving on, we’re moving on
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| We’re moving on to another horrifying murder case |