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I think I met you on the seventeenth floor
When I stood on Margot`s window sill
Or maybe it was in the Crimean war
When I lost my middle finger
I really don`t love you
It just looks that way
Radio lover meets serial killer
He says it`s inevitable
She says call me Grace
I think I met you on the mental ward
You watched me juggle my life
Or maybe it was in some naphthalene story
Roman candles and wine
I think I met you on death row
Somewhere in Louisiana
Or maybe it was at Heathrow
You were flying to Cancun
I think I met you at Graceland National
I was the one torching the bike
Or maybe it was at the abattoir
I was the one with the knife Send " Grace" Ringtone to your Cell