I saw you at the police station and it breaks my heart to say.
Your eyes had wandered off to something distant, cold and grey.
I guess you didn't see it coming,
someone's gotten used to slumming.
Dreaming of the golden years,
I see you had to change careers.
Far away, but we both know its somewhere.
I saw you on the back page of some pre press yesterday.
The drip wood in your eyes had nothing short of love for pain.
I know you from another picture,
of someone with the most convictions.
We used to read the funny papers,
fooled around and pulled some capers.
Not today, send a message to her.
A message that I'm coming, coming to pursue her.
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Tell your country I, rest my face on your bed.
I got you ten times over, I'll chase you down 'til you're dead.
I saw you on a tv station and it made me wanna pray.
An empty shell of loveliness is now dusted with decay.
What happened to the funny paper?
Smiling was your money maker.
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