| Come in sit by the light
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| Tell us everything that happened tonight
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| We know you were there
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| There at the scene of the crime
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| No, no you’ve got it all wrong
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| You can’t blame me
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| For something I haven’t done
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| It was all just a big mistake
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| And now you can’t think straight
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| Cause they’re onto you now
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| And they’ve figured you out
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| Cause they’re onto you now
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| They’re always just one step behind
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| And you’re so scared of what they’ll find
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| And now you’re running for your life
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| You’re buying everything they sell
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| Those pushed will always say they fell
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| You got a postcard sent from hell
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| With my strong alibi
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| You can’t frame me, don’t even try
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| You don’t know me
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| You’re not even trying to see
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| And now you can’t think straight
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| Cause they’re onto you now
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| And they’ve figured you out
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| Cause they’re onto you now
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| They’re always just one step behind
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| And you’re so scared of what they’ll find
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| And now you’re running for your life
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| You’re buying everything they sell
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| Those pushed will always say they fell
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| You got a postcard sent from hell
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| And you don’t belong
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| And the papers are never wrong!
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| Just like the public don’t forget, don’t forget, don’t forget
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| And now you can’t think straight
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| And now you can’t think straight
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| You’re not even trying to see
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| They’re always just one step behind
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| And you’re so scared of what they’ll find
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| And now you’re running for your life
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| You’re buying everything they sell
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| Those pushed will always say they fell
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| You got a postcard sent from hell |