I dragged this lake looking for corpses
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Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards
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Pieces of planes and black box recorders
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Don't lie
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And I've been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses
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That sense DNA on barbed wire fences
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Maybe someday I'll find me a suspect
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That has no alibi
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New Year's Eve was as boring as heaven
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I watched flies fuck on channel 11
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There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink
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Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink
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And there's no ring on the phone anymore
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There's no reason to call I passed out on the floor
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Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry
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But at the right place at the right time
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I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine
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And I won't have to quit doing fucked up shit
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For anyone but me
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And at the right place at the right time
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It will have been worth it to stand in line
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And you won't have to stop
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Saying "I love cops" for anyone but me
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Your private eye
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Private Eye
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