| «don't go there"I heard her say.
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| «you can’t stomach what you’re going to see»
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| It’s down there, by the water’s edge
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| wasted and bloated and waiting for someone else
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| funny how, these little things come about
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| when you’re tied to the teeth and mouth
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| no sound or fury, no shot of pain
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| there was no real reason, no gain
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| I can’t go down to the water’s edge
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| I didn’t do it… I saw who did it Don’t go down to the water’s edge
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| they did it once and they can do it again
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| it ain’t no secret to me how she got there down by the stream
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| I’d seen her a minute before the van pulled up and opened
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| the door (took all my love)
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| but I can’t say a single word
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| about what I saw of her
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| her killers… they got their friends
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| in familiar places, I tell you man
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| this ain’t no fucking game
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| and I’m feeling so ashamed
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| because I didn’t do anything
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| I didn’do a thing
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| I swear |