| There I was I was hanging around
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| Two fingers down one to go
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| Then suddenly from below she emerges
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| Sultry swingin' from a rope
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| «You've got something I need
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| So just give me your hand»
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| Trust is something that I just got to give into
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| My black widow or friend — well?
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| In the blink of an eye systems deploy
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| And we are off baby, off on the run
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| Bullets raining on down
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| Wind driven snow here we go
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| Amidst the fury I was clinging onto her
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| As our tether slid down the cliff
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| She wouldn’t answer pressed a
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| Poison tip dagger to the base of my neck
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| «How 'bout we strike a deal
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| All your secrets for your life»
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| She was good and she was getting better
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| Might just have to hang on for a while
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| Fighter planes start to dive
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| A barrage of gunfire
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| Rips through the snow
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| Snipers bearing on down
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| She turns to me
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| But we’re not lost
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| We’re just going with the flow of another busy day
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| Hey baby welcome to my crystal palace
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| So just what did you expect
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| I turned in time to see the avalanche start
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| A freight train right at my head |