| I was crushed on lovely Linda
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| A long long time ago
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| We would eat of each other
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| And lay staring at the walls
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| And she would moan… «Ooooh…»
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| Then came a man who’s looking grim
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| And the beating on the door
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| He was asking where was Linda
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| His heart dragging on the floor
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| And he said, «Ooooh…»
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| He had left a smear of blood there
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| Coming up the stairs
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| Gritting teeth and hanging hair
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| A face overwrought with fear
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| Clutching guts and dripping hand
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| He was tragically alone
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| He would run his life out, baby
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| Standing in my home
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| And the landlord cried… «Ooooh…» |