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With me.
you might get away,
almost every day
With murder, with a smile
On your face.
And everybody saying
Oh isn't he great
But not with me.
And you might get off
everything you touch,
With no feelings to stop
your mind from your heart
and everybody saying,
It's been her fault from the start
But not with me
And one day you might find
That your heads without its crown
And nobody is looking up,
But only looking down
And you might need someone to hold,
But my eyes will close
My ears will fold
Cause it's not that way
With me.
