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Murder of a Dead Man

There is someone in my house
Someone is ransacking
Someone is robbing
Someone is taking
All - the someone in my house

The someone in my house
He is robbing
And I am sobbing
And the sky is sobbing
With me - outside my house

Outside my house
The sky is flashing
The sky is roaring
His hand is squeezing
The trigger - inside my house

Inside my house
I am pleading
I am begging
I am giving
All - inside my house

Inside my house
His gun is flashing
His gun is roaring
I am bleeding
Red - Dan Rather, in my house

Dan Rather, in my house
Is saying
"On this Sunday evening
It is raining"
Blood - Dan Rather, in my house

Dan Rather, in my house
Is fading
Is falling
Silent - the TV is falling
Dan Rather, in my house

The rug is red, in my house
I am bleeding
I am fading
I am dying
The rug is red, in my house

You in my house
All of you in my house
You outside my house
All of you outside my house

. . . Are killing
Me - I am dying
You are killing
In my house
Outside my house

Outside - in my house
Robbing 
Sobbing  
Flashing   
Roaring    
Squeezing     
Pleading      
Begging       
Bleeding      
Raining     
Fading    
Falling   
Dying  
Bleeding 
Bleeding

Red - in my . . .
. . . House
. . . Hous 
. . . Hou  
. . . Ho   
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