| Moonlit cafe, jazz in the background
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| Clock strikes 12 as my partner gets sat down
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| «Mad town, ain’t it?"heard him say between the sirens
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| But we both knew the answer so there’s no point in replying now
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| Someone made a call about an hour ago
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| About a body found, left out on Countington road
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| No signs of struggle, no trauma sticking out or exposed
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| Just a heart-shaped locket with two flowers enclosed
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| A single rose in a gold-tinted tunic
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| With an old-scented tulip wrapped around it’s fragile stem
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| And behind the flora’s aura was engraved a battle hymn
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| It read «Better find me before I do it again»
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| No cause of death was ever found, nor identity recovered
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| It resembled a cadaver that was placed to be discovered
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| And it only took two weeks until we found another
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| But this time it was the figure of our home state’s governor
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| Wait, wait, wait, wait, no… heart racing
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| The same circumstances, location, and pacing?
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| The same twisted flowers, same fingerprint erasing
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| And the same heart shape with the same gold casing?
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| The same engraving, but now a new message:
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| «This was your last chance to learn your lesson.»
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| A threat in/of itself, but upon further inspection
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| The carvings housed tainted blood samples and resin
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| Close examination led to find the same poison
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| In the body of the first victim that had been reported
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| Details recorded, mulled over, and considered
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| Were thought to be going nowhere until we received a picture
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| Of our victims at a party, hot and heavy, sharing hands
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| The governor was thought to be a faithful, married man
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| So when his wife was named the culprit and was rottin' in the can
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| I knew that I had been successful when I had thought to lay my plan |