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took a walk the other day
strollin' one by one
Sang a song 'bout a girl I knew
She and I had fun
I started thinkin' that life's too short
That wasn't easy to see
black fate was hangin' down
no holy ghost inside me, yeah hey ya
I took a walk the other night
rollin' two by two
I saw a cop with his hand gun pointed down
a smokin' hole in his shoe
I started thinkin' this world ain't right
It wasn't easy to see
I don't know how it all got started
some motor runnin' inside me -
Oh yeah . . . Don't kill the writer, it isn't
me
Oh yeah . . . Don't kill the writer it isn't me
I took a walk the other day
now rollin' three by three
I felt a bit like the hair pin holding the crown
of my indecency
then I knew how it all got started
It was so easy to see
It's hard to sing when the song gets turned around
don't kill the writer, it's broken key
Oh yeah . . . don't kill the writer, it isn't
me
Oh yeah . . . don't kill the writer, the broken key
don't need religion or philosophy
yeah ya
oh yeah . . .
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