Call the constable there is blood in the streets
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Call the constable white chapels stained with shame
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Like a child you fell right into my game a sprig of grapes and chardonnay
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Did you even know my name?
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A gentleman with horse and carriage is 4 pounds for the taking
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"I gave birth to the 20th century" they couldn't have done it without me
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You fear my name but not my face is that where you went wrong
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Escape from your lungs, awake Mary
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There's a taste of laud numb on your lips
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This feeling is numb the way you've pulled me in
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So go ahead (go ahead) and kiss me goodnight comatose and 2 pints for the ride
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No one can hear you cry.
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Where did you go wrong you marched the streets of London never saying a word
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It seems like heaven and hell are fighting there waiting for you
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Did someone follow you there?
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Is that where you went wrong
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Did someone follow you there?
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He was so clean like the knife was an extension of his body
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Escape from your lungs, awake Mary
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There's a taste of laud numb on your lips
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This feeling is numb the way you've pulled me in
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So go ahead (go ahead) and kiss me goodnight comatose and 2 pints for the ride
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No one can hear you cry
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So clever I never rushed I never said you meant this much
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Where did you go wrong?
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Call the constable there is blood in the streets
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Call the constable white chapels stained with shame
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I Gave Birth To The Twentieth Century
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We The Kings |