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There's too much confusion today How can i assure it's to shy away And he blew his brains out with a pistol i say To cover his arse or make a point someway
Meet me on Lonely street Meet me on Lonely street Now
Stabbed me in the back you know she threw a hatchet Buried in my chest when i turned to catch it And my lucky days are stuck in quarantine I thought i got some kind of warranty
Meet me on Lonely street Meet me on Lonely street
Meet me on Lonely street Meet me on Lonely street
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