Tuesday, December 8, 2009

You get in 
You get done 
And then you get gone
 You never leave a trace 
or show your face 
You get gone
I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen 
I'd steal your heart before you
 ever heard a thing I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
 Little did I know that girl was an assassin too

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