I was your
Crime of passion
I was your
Crime of passion
Look at all that passion on the wall over there
With the shotgun laying near
Look at all that passion on the wall over there
With the shotgun laying near
Like falling debris
Your knees gave in
Your hands couldn't hide in your pockets
And your hides couldn't hide in your pockets
They were busy working overtime
Busy working overtime
To cover your tear soaked face
To cover your tear soaked face
You did this to yourself
Now get up off the floor
You did this to yourself
Now get up off the floor
You're in love
With the coroner
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