| «Someone help me!» |
| I heard her scream
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| The old man clutched her chest
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| Said, «Ambulance on the way, stay with me»
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| And Johnny called and said, «There's been a murder on the green»
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| Someone help her, it can’t be me
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| Standing over her with a gun in my hand
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| I made my baby bleed
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| It’s not my fault, she shot first at me
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| And in the blink, blink, blink
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| Of an eye, eye, eye
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| Another young lover dies
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| So they took me to a cell
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| Threw away the key
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| And damned me right back down to hell
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| I said, «Well, I haven’t been home in a while»
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| Now I got angels knocking at my door
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| Whispering sweet nothings
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| And I screamed, «I can’t take anymore!»
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| «You're a coward, why don’t you end it all?»
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| And in the blink, blink, blink
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| Of an eye, eye, eye
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| Another young lover dies
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| Well, I’m not the only one
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| Who’s guilty of committing this crime
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| I sing this song for the girl who met my gun
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| A bullet in the heart
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| It’s just another problem I’m working on
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| One more, alright
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| Hey Louie, hey Louie, take us to Chinatown
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| And with my last breath, I said, «Preacher, please»
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| To ask the undertaker
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| If he’ll partake in some bribery
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| And steal my body and go and bury it on the green
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| Next to my gun, young Annie
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| Will discuss all the arguments
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| With friends and lover’s enemies
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| Or maybe we were both just trigger-happy
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| And in the blink, blink, blink
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| Of an eye, eye, eye
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| Another young lover dies
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| Well, I’m not the only one
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| Who’s guilty of committing this crime
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| I sing this song for the girl who met my gun
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| A bullet in the heart
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| It’s just another problem I’m working on |