We pulled it off right in front of your eyes like it was magic
they'll find us dead for this they'll find us dead when you paint the
town a lovely crimson red just wait till you get home they'll find us dead for this
they'll find us dead they'll find us dead for smiling
the trash we were talking all last night or the compliments we sent
we will get what we deserve every thing that goes around
it comes back around again the trash you were talking all last night
or the compliments you sent you will get what you deserve
every thing that goes around it comes back around again
stop whispering if you're going to speak you better make it good
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