I saw her, yea I saw her
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With a black tongue tied round the roses
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A fist pounding on a vending machine
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Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
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With a noose she could hang from the sun
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And point it out with the dark sunglasses
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Walking crooked down the beach
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She spits in the sand
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Where their bones are bleaching
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And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
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She doesn't even know it's wrong
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And you know I'm gonna make her die
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Take her where her soul belongs
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Know I'm gonna steal her eye
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Nothing that I wouldn't try
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Hey my sun-eyed girl
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Hey my sun-eyed girl
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My sun-eyed girl
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Hey my sun-eyed girl
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I saw her, yea I saw her
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With her hands tied back
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Her rags are burnin'
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Calling out from a landfilled life
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Scrawling her name up on the ceiling
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Throw a coin in the fountain of dust
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White noise, her ears are ringing
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Got a ticket for my midnight hanging
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Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving
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And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
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She doesn't even know it's wrong
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And you know I'm gonna make her die
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Take her where her soul belongs
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Know I'm gonna steal her eye
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Nothing that I wouldn't try
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Hey my sun-eyed girl
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Hey my sun-eyed girl
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My sun-eyed girl
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Hey my sun-eyed girl
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Hey my sun-eyed girl
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Hey my sun-eyed girl
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My sun-eyed girl
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Hey my sun-eyed girl
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Hey my summer girl
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Hey my sun-eyed girl
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My sun-eyed girl
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Hey my sun-eyed girl
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Summer Girl
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Beck |