| Three times dark, first in the mind
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| Second on Java Street, the dead car there
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| The hood blown out with a BB gun
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| Manuela said she saw the brakes fail…
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| Manuela said she saw the brakes fail…
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| An empty body, but it still bled
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| Oil from the axle, and it left a trail…
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| Ran down Java Street, and formed a pool
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| Manuela saw the moon in there…
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| Manuela saw the moon in there…
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| And I hear it rumbling, I hear transmission grind
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| I bear witness. |
| I have the clutch now
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| Three times darker on the rooftops
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| Man jumps between and grabs the rail
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| Man tries the door but the door is locked
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| Man gouge the hinge and goes down the stairs…
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| Man gouge the hinge and goes down the stairs…
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| Dull bright morning and the tools are gone
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| Detectives with flashlights in the elevator shaft
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| Manuela tells detectives she saw him there
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| Stuck in the hinge is a sliver of a fingernail…
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| Stuck in the hinge is a sliver of a fingernail…
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| And I hear it rumbling, I hear transmission grind
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| I bear witness. |
| I have the clutch now
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| Three times dark on the turnpike
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| From the Motor City to the City of Dis
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| They traced his travel by his credit card
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| No sleep, smokes, and he’s nauseous…
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| No sleep, smokes, and he’s nauseous…
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| Flips an ash like a wild, loose comma
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| Ash hits the oil around the pump
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| Travels to the pump and the pump explodes
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| Witness says he saw the car jump…
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| Witness says he saw the car jump…
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| And I hear it rumbling, I hear transmission grind
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| I bear witness. |
| I have the clutch now |