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true crime story i know you've given me the slip, i can read it in your eyes - you're standing before me but you're gone. the micky takes hold: the drug you dropped into your drink of charm and said bottoms up, do me now. it's a good dizzy and i'll do anything you say so you whisper to me, i can't keep running... i want you to kill someone, then i need you to disappear a while. before the spinning of the room and my world ceases, i ask why. because i've loved you, you say, and i'm criminal. i feel too loved to pull off a heist without a hitch. i felt the darkness, the real crime, as it slid over me - or was that you, casing the joint before i disappeared? you're gone when i come to. there's no one to kill now, not even myself. who took it on the lam? who grabbed the goods? who made the getaway?
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