Synchronize your watches
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Cos the party's just begun
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He holds the gun
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Close to the temple
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Of his lovely
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One and only
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Foaming from the balcony
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No one's listening in
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We all tune out froth off and pull the blinds
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It's all been done before
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He's kicking crap across the floor
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He's kicking her across the floor
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He's kicking walls and windows, closet doors
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Five years
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All the next day nurses cry out
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What's the deal now what the hell
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He'll smile and say politely
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Just an accident, she fell
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She surely falls a lot
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Five years
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He seemed like little Romeo
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But now he's all she's got
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Now he's all she knows
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It's better than a life alone
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Five years
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One stormy sticky night
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He came home a little late
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She'd hung the chains up
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Barred the windows
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Built a barricade
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A single finger
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There was spray paint dripping down the door
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She'd won the war and didn't need a second shot
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She picked her spot and fired and we stood back and admired
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Crowned her princess of our spire
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We disposed of his remains
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And when they ask me what became of romeo
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I will tell them he's now playing as a flower on a grave
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So very far away
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So very far away
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Five lives
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Things That Go Bump In The Night
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| The Tear Garden |
