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You hear the news
It can't be true They say I'm lost And here's the cost 5 million, he said If not, I'm dead You cry and cry As time creeps by The police finally come Tell you "don't pay the sum" You cry some more What's in store? The trade-off is here The cops are near You give them fake money I hear "I love you honey" Police arrest the man As he hops into his van It's finally done We've won
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