| I saw you at the police station and it breaks my heart to say.
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| Your eyes had wandered off to something distant, cold and grey.
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| I guess you didn’t see it coming,
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| Someone’s gotten used to slumming.
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| Dreaming of the golden years,
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| I see you had to change careers.
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| Far away, but we both know it’s somewhere.
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| I saw you on the back page of some pre press yesterday.
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| The drip wood in your eyes had nothing short of love for pain.
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| I know you from another picture,
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| Of someone with the most convictions.
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| We used to read the funny papers,
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| Fooled around and pulled some capers.
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| Not today, send a message to her.
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| A message that I’m coming, coming to pursue her.
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| Tell your country I, rest my face on your bed.
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| I’ve got you ten times over, I’ll chase you down 'til you’re dead.
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| I saw you on a TV station and it made me wanna pray.
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| An empty shell of loveliness is now dusted with decay.
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| What happened to the funny paper?
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| Smiling was your money maker.
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| Someone oughta situate her,
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| Find a way to educate her.
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| All the way, time to come and find you.
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| You can’t hide from me girl, so never mind what I do.
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| Tell your country I, rest my face on your bed.
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| I bet my sovereign country and I, left it all for your head.
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| I saw you in the church and there was no time to exchange.
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| You were getting married and it felt so very strange.
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| I guess I didn’t see it coming,
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| Now I guess it’s me who’s bumming.
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| Dreaming of the golden years,
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| You and I were mixing tears.
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| Not today, not for me but someone.
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| I never could get used to, so now I will refuse to.
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| Tell your country I, rest my face on your bed.
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| I bet my sovereign country and I, left it all for your head
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| I got my best foot forward and I’ll chase you down 'til you’re dead |