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Tokyo Police Club A Lesson In Crime

set a place for you We're looking out for you son We fear the worst but it's done The factory has treated you well The coals burn colder But in a part

It's an ancient Russian proverb I doubt it's ones that you've heard It's not the cracks beneath the floor It's not the fact that it's a chore It's

stay over in June I heard the news, I'll send a card Cellar door, Friday night, long Johns, hold tight Put it on a page, put it on a line Get the story

my hands shake, and they long to be held in the cold, cause the winters are hell when it snows, 'till the bodies are covered in, 60 years of crime in

my hands shake, and they long to be held in the cold, cause the winters are hell when it snows, 'till the bodies are covered in, 60 years of crime in