| I dream’t I was falling
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| I never woke up
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| I dream’t of a warning
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| A yellow buttercup
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| I dream’t of an old flame
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| Smoking cigarettes she was
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| Dancing in a night club
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| With some other men
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| I was holding up a drugstore
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| My gun was soaking wet
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| From the barrel I was trapped in
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| That went tumbling over the edge
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| You can call me… Number 5
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| Please please my my
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| Call me Number 5
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| Call me Number 5
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| That’s why I’m still alive!
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| The barrel cracked up open
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| I was swimming for my breath
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| I knew I wouldn’t make it
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| She watched me catch my death
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| So I switched on the TV
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| Saw me reading out the news
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| Another story of a plane crash
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| Another story of bad news
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| The TV cracked up open
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| My baby boy came out
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| I was looking at my new wife
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| I ain’t writing home about
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| You can call me… Number 5
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| Please please my my
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| That’s why I’m still alive!
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| I boxed around a sliver ring
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| With blood stains on my face
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| I cut the dog with yellow teeth
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| And drove his car away
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| You can call me… Number 5
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| Please please my my
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| Call me Number 5
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| Call me Number 5
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| That’s why I’m still alive! |