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Well, he ran around
Late at night
Holding hands
And making light
Of everything
That came before
But there she was
Behind the door
She hit them with her ten cent pistol
Because they ruined her name
Well, she hit them with her ten cent pistol
And they've never been the same
There's nothing worse
In this world
