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Paint It Black An Hour And A Half Late For Happy Hour

for the "all fall down." I'm just a fist with a glass and some despair to drown, You think you know what's up? I'll turn it upside down. A guillotine waiting for

didn't do it And then they used it But if I'd done it And they abused it How could you tell me It was a murder That I was wrong? / But not a crime! [