| We pulled it off
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| Right in front of your eyes
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| Like it was magic, well…
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| They’ll find us dead for this
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| They’ll find us dead
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| When you paint the town
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| A lovely crimson red
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| Just wait 'til you get home
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| They’ll find us dead for this
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| They’ll find us dead
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| They’ll find us dead or smiling
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| They’ll find us dead for this
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| They’ll find us dead
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| They’ll find us dead or smiling
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| The trash we were talking all last night
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| Or the compliments we sent
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| We will get what we deserve
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| Everything that goes around
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| It comes back around again
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| The trash you were talking all last night
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| Or the compliments you sent
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| You will get what you deserve
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| Everything that goes around
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| It comes back around again
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| Stop whispering
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| If you’re going to speak, you’d better make it good
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| They’ll find us dead for this
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| They’ll find us dead
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| They’ll find us dead or smiling |