| Broke into her house, saw her sitting there
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| Drinking coke and whiskey in her bra and underwear
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| Saw him in the kitchen, hanging up the phone
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| I asked him nicely once to pack his things and go
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| He gave her a reassuring look, said he wouldn’t leave
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| But I asked him one more time, this time pulled out my shiv
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| Stuck him in the back, and I pulled it out slow
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| And I watched him fall down, and as the morning sun rose
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| He looked at me, he said:
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| «You missed my heart, you missed my heart
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| You got me good; |
| I knew you would
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| But you missed my heart, you missed my heart»
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| Were his last words before he died
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| Looking out the window, up at the blue sky
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| Listening to her scream, listening to her cry
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| A feeling of relief came over my soul
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| I couldn’t take it any longer, and I lost control
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| I chased her up the stairs and I pinned her to the ground
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| And underneath her whimpering, I could hear the sirens sound
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| I rattled off a list of all the things I miss
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| Like going to the movies with her and the way she kissed me
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| Driving into downtown Wheeling, showing her off
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| Backyard barbecues and reunions in the park
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| I said I missed her skin, when she started laughing
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| While I clenched down on her wrist, she said
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| «That's quite a list, but there’s one thing you missed»
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| «You missed my heart, you missed my heart
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| That’s quite a list, but what you really missed
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| You missed my heart, you missed my heart
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| That’s quite a list, but what you really missed»
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| Running through the parking lot, running through the fields
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| Policemen on my back, something hit my skull and cracked
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| They dragged me off to jail, set a million dollar bail
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| Where I tried to tie a noose, but I failed and I broke loose
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| I went racing through the prison yard, shot down by a tower guard
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| He got me in the shins, and he got me in the arms
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| They strapped me in the gurney, took me off to the infirmary
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| Where the priest read my last rites
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| And just before everything went dark, I said
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| «He missed my heart, he missed my heart
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| He got me good, I knew he would
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| But he missed my heart, he missed my heart»
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| And just before everything went dark
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| The most poetic dream came flowing like the sea
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| Laying there, my lifeblood draining out of me
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| A childhood scene, night sky, moon beams
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| Fishing with my friends, sittin' in the wild reeds
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| Watching the Ohio river flow at night
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| Waitin' for the bullheaded catfishes to bite
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| Downriver from the Moundsville Prison graveyard
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| Downriver from the Moundsville Prison graveyard
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| Downriver from the Moundsville Prison graveyard
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| Downriver from the Moundsville Prison graveyard
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| Downriver from the Moundsville Prison graveyard |