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When I first met you You were not house trained A backwood trier The world ´s your oyster Your time is mine What ´s yours is mine all mine There ´s no honour Among thieves So we worked together A varied rich And famous crime You had your motives I had mine For a soul to find Little piece rub off on mine Trinkets, memorabila Diamonds, for the taking One mans treasure Never meant a thing When I was housebreaking Took a buckshot landing From my most famous client Must have lost it in the fall Came away emty handed When I first met you I was not housetrained
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