| I did my first job in Chicago
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| And took a razor to his eyes
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| And when he tried to struggle
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| It’s difficult to juggle lies
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| It was a wedding in St. Louis
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| Where she was strangled with a tie
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| They tried their best to help her
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| But all just stood there hypnotized
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| An endless conversation, a faithless revelation dies
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| It’s always gentle on my mind to say I’m not the killing kind
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| The phony accusations fly
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| The endless conversations that end in dissipation, why?
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| The photographs were no surprise
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| I’m not an agent for your pity
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| You’re not the slave of my desires
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| I’m always drinking just to remember what I fought to hide
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| A faithless revelation, an endless conversation dies
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| The phony accusations, the painful salutations fly
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| A faithless revelation, why? |