When she first saw him
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In her blood she knew her role
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He¡¯d be king of the castle
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She¡¯d be the riches he stole
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Some can only stumble through
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The empty rooms of their soul
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And it takes ashes
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To make them whole
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She looks in his eyes
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When he brings out his gun
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His uniform is open
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He has a great buzz on
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He says, ¡°bitch dance with me
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I¡¯m sick of the sun¡±
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He shakes his money maker
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Without the safety on
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She tells herself,
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¡°Don¡¯t ever act afraid
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This is not how my
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Debts will be paid¡±
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And she never wants
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His good time to fade
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When hatred starts to flash
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Twilight from his blade
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He holds the gun loose and free
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Like it¡¯s a toy
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Like an orchestra conductor who
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Surrenders to the joy
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He feels his destiny
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Feels it like a boy
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That it¡¯s too important
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For anyone to destroy
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So around and around they go
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On the rug by the bed
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He¡¯s pulling out his best moves
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He's cool as Wonder Bread
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And the gun goes off
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And paints her face all red
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When she was dancing with him
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He was dancing with the dead
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You can forget your shadow
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You can forget your dreams
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But if you say the right words
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Your uniform is clean
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He loves those cop sunglasses
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Loves what they mean
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They show the world
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That he's on the winning team
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The Dance
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| American Music Club |
