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Simple Minds Murder Story

" It's all so mutual but you know I just don't want to share no fame No Oh No Another Murder Story No Oh No Another Murder Story No Oh No Murder Story

" It's all so mutual but you know I just don't want to share no fame No Oh No Another Murder Story No Oh No Another Murder Story No Oh No Murder Story

You" It's all so mutual but you know I just don't want to share no fame No Oh No Another Murder Story No Oh No Another Murder Story No Oh No Murder Story

vehicle Next come the bookends, the way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay, gettin' shackled on the bus First thing come Monday, hoping in your mind

I could vividly recall my mood the day that art was murdered The wind blew a thin layer of dust on my garden bird Everything you knew was sideways and

[Chorus] Bitch you claimin yo real [Verse 1: La Chat] I got these bitches jockin me 'cause I stay on they mind I'm strickly dickly while you lickin I

tags up in pergatory Waitin to get in heaven or "Grimey," that's word to Nore Anything you heard before me Hah, it's simple like a street life suburban story

ll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold another figga deceased, another story

the bookends, the way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay, gettin shackled on the bus First thing come Monday, hoping in your mind