Curves and lines
She's been crying her whole life
Key scratching up the eight ball bag
And making love to knives
Wearing out my razors thin
She's my woman
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the most fucked up one of us all
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She was clean huh
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Supposed to meet up
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Oh when they found her
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In 30 Camden
Just got off the Decca bus
Any town 2am
I ain't got much
A bottle of whiskey
And a knife in my pock
She says I'm a real good fuck
Seven/23 we're running free
Baby like it's just you and me
I don't know what their thinkin
About our drinkin
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She was clean huh
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Supposed to meet up
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Oh when they found her
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In 30 Camden
Amy- why me
Winehouse- why now
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She was clean huh
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Supposed to meet up
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Oh when they found her
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In 30 Camden
In 30 Camden
Here lies a Classic Car Bomb