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
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