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The Perfect Alibi
The Perfect Alibi
pick up the gun
feel its cold
deadly fervour
takes a hold
search out a target
move with the crowd
take careful aim
deliver a shroud
they don’t believe the truth
and consider it odd
that I’ve the perfect alibi
because I was with God
Sunday 2nd March 2014 8:45 pm
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