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There's no fire
A charming face on his sister
A darling face on his sister
And a dour face on his sister
A bratty face on his sister
I wish I could
But I can't handle her at all

Give me your lens-cap please

There's a chief investigator standing in the middle of the street
Where his aunt was slashed last night
once they running from market to the hydrant
And he can't do his job properly
Cause she gave him the favorite presents every holiday
And he dearly misses her

So they call
So they call

Run, run me down

So they called a private investigator with a long nose and a large pipe with no problem
Picks up the assailant leaning on a large leg in a valley sixty miles away
You know what he said?
He did the crime, but I'm doing the time, chief investigator!

This is a song about lonely Edward Franklin Aims
Out of a job
Steadies himself as a tinker
Has his two children shoveling small plates under the chin
Amateurs, scraps of change and tenement men
And one case separated him from the decent and stress filled life
They're keeping it somewhere in a small museum outside of Copenhagen
He looks off into the ocean
Respect to the Vikings
And the Caucasian warriors
I lost, it's lost


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    General CommentThis is missing most of the lyrics.
    JFISHAUFon May 26, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General CommentHmmm, yeah, you basically fail the lyrics posting exam, kac7835
    artsluton July 19, 2008   Link
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    General CommentThere's no fire
    A charming face on his sister
    A darling face on his sister
    And a dour face on his sister
    A bratty face on his sister
    I wish I could
    But I can't handle her at all

    Give me your lens-cap please

    There's a chief investigator standing in the middle of the street
    Where his aunt was slashed last night
    once they running from market to the hydrant
    And he can't do his job properly
    Cause she gave him the favorite presents every holiday
    And he dearly misses her

    So they call
    So they call

    Run, run me down

    So they called a private investigator with a long nose and a large pipe with no problem
    Picks up the assailant leaning on a large leg in a valley sixty miles away
    You know what he said?
    He did the crime, but I'm doing the time, chief investigator!

    This is a song about lonely Edward Franklin Aims
    Out of a job
    Steadies himself as a tinker
    Has his two children shoveling small plates under the chin
    Amateurs, scraps of change and tenement men
    And one case separated him from the decent and stress filled life
    They're keeping it somewhere in a small museum outside of Copenhagen
    He looks off into the ocean
    Respect to the Vikings
    And the Caucasian warriors
    I lost, it's lost
    Drtanoon September 12, 2008   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti don't remember doing this at all and i can't imagine why i would have left out such easy lyrics. sorry.
    kac7835on June 17, 2009   Link

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