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As my hourglass slows down
All I can do is frown
I have twisted thoughts in my mind
And insanity is all I find
I hear the sirens down the road
And I have nowhere to go
I look at my bloody hands
For I am a disgrace to man
The body is stuffed in the closet
As for the evidence—I lost it!
They break down my door
And I lay on the cold hard floor
I put my hands on my head
Wishing that I was dead.
All I can do is frown
I have twisted thoughts in my mind
And insanity is all I find
I hear the sirens down the road
And I have nowhere to go
I look at my bloody hands
For I am a disgrace to man
The body is stuffed in the closet
As for the evidence—I lost it!
They break down my door
And I lay on the cold hard floor
I put my hands on my head
Wishing that I was dead.
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