Wanna know why there's a dead guy in my dining room Hit a dead end with my best friend, met his end too soon Cold blooded killer in the mirror, I don't recognize Cold and convicted, TV depicted, right before your eyes But it's over, I'm telling you now Oh no, no more Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster Oh, it's a recipe for disaster Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster Oh, it's a recipe for disaster Early evening, wine was breathing, things were going well I took a good look at the cookbook, found the perfect spell My preparation, anticipation, but suffered in suspense Intoxicated, he turns out wasted, and I took offense But it's over, I'm telling you now Oh no, no more Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster Oh, it's a recipe for disaster Oh, I never felt my heart beat faster Oh, it's a recipe for disaster
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