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I've seen your picture in the paper, on the front page of magazines
I pulled the trigger right at you on Billboards movie screens
When I talk it's to myself, 'cos I know your kind just like everyone else
Maybe it'll work itself out in time, before I lose my mind
You, you're out-a-touch, all alone in the danger zone and I think too much
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