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Its black fingers curl and uncurl,
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going, like, "hey, come here."
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Abed, wait!
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Wait. I did it.
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I stepped on your DVD, and it broke,
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and I staged a break-in to cover it up.
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If that were true,
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you would've come forward a long time ago.
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You're lying to keep me out of danger.
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But there can be no peace
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while crime spits and dances on the grave of justice
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to the hot beats of infectious rhythms