[Cool hands
and a hot head
I played piano while
you played dead
We waited for the signal
that never came
let it hatch
strike a match
won't ever be the same.
You cocked your pistol
I struck a blow
where we went
they won't ever know
I listened for the sound
of the midnight train
in a trap
let her nap
won't ever be the same.
Simple Lizzy
take my hand
Lead me to
another land
Simple Lizzy
show me how—
'cause we ain't ever
goin' home now.
Cool hands
and a hot head
I wished on a star
that you were dead
Lay in the grass
in the morning rain
she's a catch
lift the latch
won't ever be the same.
Strike a match
in a trap
lift the latch
she's a catch
let her nap
in a trap,
in a trap.
Simple Lizzy
oh, sweetheart
Simple Lizzy
you won't ever be the same.]
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