Walking out of England thinking you were king taking on this world
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On that bus that goes through Mexico a killer love finds a sweet Mexican girl
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But in Mississippi we rushed into the room
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Down in Dixie you were crying for dope
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Down in Alabama they like home cooked fare yeah
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So we're gonna strap you to the fryin' chair yeah
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But I don't know what love is
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Is there something else giving me the chills?
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But if my hands are the color of blood
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Then, I can tell ya
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sure I can tell ya
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Love kills
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Love Kills
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Love kills
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Love Kills
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Do you wanna hear all the sirens of the city drown the arguing?
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We're on riker's island on a population board
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They don't care about your fame
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But I don't know what love is
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Is there something else giving me the chills?
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But if my hands are the color of blood
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Then, I can tell ya
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sure I can tell ya
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Love kills
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Love Kills
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Love kills
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Love Kills
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On the Rio Grande they'll tie you to a tree
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Ooh-oh-ohh x2
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And you can't call the lawyers 'cause the whorehouse is asleep
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Ohh-oh-ohh x2
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You people will get weak
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Ohh-oh-ohh x2
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They'll throw you in a cell where you can barely breathe
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But I don't know what love is
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Is there something else giving me the chills?
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But if my hands are the color of blood
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Then, I can tell ya
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sure I can tell ya
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Love kills
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Love Kills
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Love kills
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Love Kills
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(fades out)
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Love Kills
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The Clash |