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Apr 2014
No longer will she come a-calling
She left his keys
With a twist of the knife he's falling
To his knees
A stab in the dark without warning
She never flees
How can she sit there ignoring
A dying man's pleas?
It's a chorus. Feel free to message me verses :-)
Mr Bigglesworth
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Mr Bigglesworth
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