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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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