I knew all along
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That I was right at the start
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Bout the seeds of the weeds
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That grew in your heart
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Self satisfaction for the factions
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Who formed to tear us apart
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Well I gave you the Midas touch
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Oh you turned round and scratched out my heart
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Oh what did you expect?
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Oh tell me what did you expect?
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To lay it on my head
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So is it all upon my head?
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Bang bang you're dead
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Aways so easily lead
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Bang bang you're dead
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Put all the rumours to bed
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Bang bang you¡¯re dead
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I knew all along
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But I was loathe to believe
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There was nothing but spite
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Fury and lies
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Of the words that you weave
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An illusion to a conclusion
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And oh its oh so tawdry
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When you put it to bed
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Kick it in the head
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Oh wont they just let it be
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Bang bang you're dead
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Always so easily lead
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Bang bang you're dead
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Put all the rumours to bed
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Bang bang you're dead
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Oh what did you expect?
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Oh tell me what did you expect?
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To lay it on my head
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So is it all upon my head?
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Bang bang you're dead
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Always so easily lead
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Bang bang you're dead
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Put all the rumours to bed
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Bang bang you¡¯re dead
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Bang bang bang bang you're dead
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Bang Bang You're Dead
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| Dirty Pretty Things |
