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♪ Woke up this morning
Tears in your eyes ♪

♪ Look out your window... ♪

Do you think it's terrible?

It's--

It's smart and original,
just like you.

Cornell would be stupid
not to take you, bro.

You're the stupid one,

thinking you have
a chance in hell.

Hey. Go print out a new one.

I got this.

♪ Jessie is a friend... ♪

You're a fool
to keep encouraging him.

Cornell doesn't take trash.

He's gonna end up
a dropout plumber...
just like you.

♪ Jessie's got himself a girl
and I want to make her mine ♪

♪ And she's watching him
with those eyes ♪

♪ And she's loving him
with that body, I just know it ♪

♪ And he's holding her
in his arms
late, late at night ♪

♪ You know, I wish that I had ♪

♪ Jessie's girl ♪

God, what a monster.

I know I am.

No, baby, not...

not you. Your...

Your stepmom. It's...

It's not your fault
that she was so cruel.

I don't know.
Maybe I'm just using it
as an excuse,

you know, for my own sickness.

She was sick...

and abusive.

You're trying to get better.

I am.

I really am.

But that's no reason
for you to get roped
into all this.

Hey, I... I know what I'm doing.

Look, Tory...

...this could get
way more dangerous for you.

There's a cop asking questions.

There's a killer sending me
cryptic messages.

I need you to be certain
that you understand--

We should get married,
like-like, today.

My... my Evidence professor
was talking about
spousal privilege in class.

- Okay.
- And if we're married,

they can't compel me
to testify against you.

Tore--

Are you sure about this?

Baby...

I'm in this.

Oh, my God.

Hey, Drew, I've left you,
like, five messages.

I went to the police station
yesterday looking for you.

I feel like a crazy stalker.

Call me back. That'd be great.
Thanks.

Hey, I'm here.
What's the emergency?

- Hi. Great. Hello.
Can you please take him?
- Hi. What?

I don't know when I'll be back,
but I will be back.

Text me if you need me
and remember not to put
the bottle in the microwave.

Okay, sounds good.

You're not gonna complain,
and bitch, and moan?
"Ava, I have my own life."

I'm sure you had plans
before you dropped everything
to raise me, so...

Okay. I gotta go,
'cause I have to bail Nathan
out of jail.

You left him overnight?

He is lucky
I'm coming back at all.

You wanna see this shit?

Look at your daddy.

Fuck, that's tight. Ava!

- Oh, my God. He's trending.
- He's never gonna get
another client after this.

- I'm sure it'll be fine.
- Who are you?
Why are you being so positive?

- What's wrong? What do you want?
- Fine. Can I have
some friends over tonight?

We'll stay in the backyard.
We won't wake up Jack.
It'll be fine.

Yeah, it's fine. Just don't let
anyone drunk-hold him.
Thank you. I owe you.

- Bye-bye.
Say, "Bye, Mama. Love you."
- Bye.

Okay.

Hey. I think we're good.

So...

the killer messaged you
yesterday?

That's, uh...
That's pretty scary.

Might be a good time
to let this all go, right?

No? You're right.
Whatever you wanna do is right.

Look, I know
you're mad at me,

but I'm-I'm just gonna be
straight with you.

After a night in lockup,

a man starts to think.

- Oh, my God.
- Seriously.

And I've never felt closer
to you.

I really feel very, very close
to you right now.

Ow! Fuck!

- God damn it!
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Look, can we just do this now?
Let's just fight
and get it over with.

I don't wanna go home
and do it in front of Jack.

We're not going home.

She told me she was a detective
on the Copycat Killer case.

Turns out
she was impersonating a cop.

Oh, great. People who do that
are always sane and good.

If you don't wanna be here,
wait in the car.

I'm doing this.
I need to see what's going on.

Why do you need
to get involved at all?

Because the Copycat Killer
played me, okay?

And that's fine,
because he's a serial killer,
all right?

But Drew, or whatever the hell
her name is, is my friend.

And to think she's pulling one
over me too, like...

Drew?

I am going to look her
in the eye,
and I'm gonna ask her...

Hmm.

What the hell is going on?

I mean, is there any junk mail?
Is there a receipt around?
We just need her real name.

There's nothing here.
Can we just go home, please?

Maybe she didn't have
a bunch of stuff
in the first place.

I've been trying
to reach her all night.
It doesn't make sense.

She must be wrapped up
in some crazy shit
to just leave so unexpectedly.

This is private property.

- Fuck...
- Oh, my God.

Hello, sir. I'm, um...
I'm Ava Bar... ney.

I'm Ava Barney.
I'm a real estate agent.

And this unit
would be really good
for my client here.

Uh... No, thanks.

What? I'd be a great tenant.

How long has
this house been vacant?

Because I like
to kind of survey this area,

and I could've sworn
someone was living here
last week.

Yeah, till yesterday.
She split in the middle
of the night.

With no notice? I mean,
what has ever happened
to good renters?

You really gotta vet
these applicants these days.

Background checks, credit score.
I could take a look for you
if you want.

I respect people's privacy.

And I got
a pretty good eye for people,
nine times out of ten.

What the hell
did I do to this guy?

Olivia seemed like a good one.

And she warned me up front
that she can get called
back to sea pretty quick anyhow.

- To sea?
- To see what?

Yeah, those big cruise ships,

they schedule their hands
last-minute.

Oh. Do you remember
this Olivia's last name
by any chance?

Like I said,

I respect people's privacy.

Okay. Okay, look.

We have a name, Olivia.
Could be fake, but still...

Doesn't matter. She's at sea.

- She's not on a cruise ship!
- That's what he said.

Will you stop talking?
I need to think.

Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt with
completely normal reactions.

Listen, she has a baby, okay?
She's not just gonna get up
and leave out of nowhere.

There is something
about the ocean.

Her idiot dad insists
on buying her all kinds
of fancy toys,

but all she wants
is this tacky souvenir
from a beach dive bar.

Yep. This is it.

Are you sure?

- Fine. Don't believe me.
- No. I believe you.

Excuse me.

Oh, shit.
I think some of these guys
booked me last night.

Yeah. Try not to beat up anyone,
and maybe we'll get out of here
safely.

- Hello.
- Hey.

This is busy for 10:00 a.m., huh?

Yeah. Well, you know
that new serial killer
struck again last night,

so everyone's in here drinking.

So that's fun.
Can I get you anything?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, we'll get two IPAs, please.

Sure. Hey, listen,
quick question for you.

Do you remember a woman
named Olivia, dark hair,
used to hang out at this bar?

Um...

No. That doesn't ring a bell.
Uh...

You look nervous.
Are you lying?

Dude!
You're the tennis tantrum guy.

- Oh, my God...
- Keep it down.

You're all over TikTok.
Oh, my gosh. Can I get a selfie
with you?

No. Absolutely not.
We're not doing that.

Actually, I'll give you a selfie
if you tell my wife

what she needs to know
about Olivia.

Babe, that's so hot.

Yeah, yeah.
And I'll get in it, too.
I'm Ava.

Deal. Okay.

Uh, yeah, I know
a girl named Olivia.

She's one of those
hot-for-cops types.

She's always hanging around here
till closing time looking
for somebody to go home with.

My God! Did you ever see
her leave with anybody?

I don't-- Mmm.

- Did you signal with your eyes?
- What?

- Feels like you did do a signal.
- See where he just looked?

I'm done with information.

- Thank you, sir.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

The real Detective Stephens

is standing over there.

Look. No, don't look.
Look. No, no, don't look.

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
- What?

She must've been having
some relationship
with him or affair.

Maybe she stole the case files
from him. I mean...

No, it can't be.

Oh, my God! No, it can't be.

Oh, my God. She couldn't be.

What? It can't be what?

The only person
that would need that information

from those very specific
case files would be...

...the Copycat Killer.
- Yes.

No. I don't think so.

Women are not serial killers.

- Never?
- No.

They're not,
like, the... Eh-eh-eh!

Not those type.
A little too stabby.

Once in a while,
you get your Aileen Wuornos,
and that's once in a blue moon.

Kind of vengeful, tortured soul.

But it's...

Hey, this Olivia lady,

what was her general vibe?

Tortured.

He's leaving. We have to go.
We have to go. Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Wait. My selfie. You promised!

- Wow.
- Babe, isn't this so cute?

Starting a new trend.
It's the 24-hour wedding.

- Tory, it looks magical.
- Yeah?

- Hey, I got some great news.
- What?

Gustaf said
he can officiate tonight.

- That's great.
- Yeah. He said
we can write our own vows.

Well, I wrote my vows already.

- What? Huh.
- Yeah. Hmm.

- I'm gonna have to get on it
then, huh?
- Yeah.

Hey, look,
no pressure or anything,

but is there anyone else
you wanna invite
to the ceremony?

- I know it's last-minute, but...
- Nope.

No family you wanna include?

No. Trust me,
that is not a good idea.

Well, what about your-your son?

I just feel bad
not including him.
He means so much to you.

I don't really wanna
talk about him right now
if you don't mind.

Okay. Well, I can always
reach out to his mom
if-if that's helpful.

It's not. And, uh...

...don't bring that up again.

I'm sorry. Um...

Hey. Hey.

Hey.

I didn't mean to upset you.

I just want you to feel
loved and supported

on this special day.

And I do. I do.

But, Tory, your family
is my family now.

Okay?

Okay.

Great.

Now, I got an errand to run
before the wedding.

I'm gonna be real quick, okay?

You won't even notice I'm gone.

All right.

He's a cop?

I think he's a dirty cop,
living like this. Are you sure?

I've been wrong about
who is and isn't a cop before,
so we'll see.

What's the plan here?
H-how are we gonna get
this guy to talk to us?

Uh, I don't know. I'm thinking.

What? You're thinking
about it now? Don't you think
you should've thought about--

Detective Stephens, hi.
Could we ask you
a few questions?

Yeah. Come on in.

I've been expecting you.

Thank you.

What do you got for me?

We would like to know

if you know
a woman named Olivia,

and if so, her whereabouts.

Uh...

No. Nope. Doesn't ring a bell.

Oh. Well, thanks for your time.

No. See, but we heard
that you do, though.

Well, you heard wrong.

Well, that answers our question.
We can...

No, see, hypothetically,
let's just say
that you know Olivia.

In fact, let's say
that you know her quite well.
And hypothetically, let's say

that we know for a fact
that she stole
some case files from you

pertaining
to the Copycat Killer.

Well, I can't really discuss
anything related
to an ongoing investigation.

You know, it'd be a real shame
if an anonymous call made
its way to Internal Affairs

regarding
these missing case files.

Raise some red flags
that a fellow investigator

is possibly aiding and abetting
a serial killer.

She doesn't fit the profile.

- Wow. Seems that you know her.
- Seem like he does.

- Interesting.
- Very interesting.

She is under six foot.
She is right-handed.

She is obsessed
with other serial killers.

That is Olivia,
and you know it, sir.

Are you familiar
with the castle doctrine?

It says that if I were
to shoot someone
attempting a home invasion,

there is not a court
in this country
that would convict me.

And now, here you are...

in my home.

Right.

- So are we done here?
- Yes. Thank you so much.

- Lovely home.
Thank you for your time.
- Thank you so much.

- Show yourself out.
- Yep.

Yes, we will.

Babe, you found
the Copycat Killer.

Okay, I may know who it is,
but I don't know where she is.

I still need to figure that out.
Plus, I keep making friends
with serial killers.

That can't really be
a good thing, right?

It's an amazing thing.
You go to the park
to look for mom friends,

- and you find a killer?
- I know!

Look, I know
I've been a buzzkill
on the murder front lately,

but I see
why you can't quit this.

Uh-uh. What's that look?

I know that look.

Where we going?

What time is it?
So ridiculous!

Am I late?

No. The grief support group
is running long again.

I shouldn't be mean.
They're going through a lot.
They've lost loved ones,

some of them to murder.

Really? My God.

It's good to see you.

You missed a few meetings.
I was afraid I scared you away.

Oh, I've just been busy.

That's not true, actually.
I, uh...

I thought I was done
with this place, but, um...

You can't control the cravings.
You can only control
what you do with them.

It's external triggers.
Be fair to yourself.

I'll give you my number.
Call me anytime you wanna chat.

We're all here for you.
We've been through
the same thing.

Matt?

No one cares how my sister died.

It doesn't matter.

You don't matter.

Wait! Matt!

Matt!

- Hey, guys.
- Oh, my God. It's her again.

I heard you say that.
Even though you whispered,
I heard it.

- This is my husband, Nathan.
- Hi.

We're not here to bug you.
I have a question.

Do you, by any chance, remember
that woman that pulled me away
a few weeks ago?

- Show them
a picture of her.
- Why would I have one?

- Your drug dealer?
- Ooh! Does she sell shrooms?

Okay, no, no.
Not my drug dealer.
I don't have a drug dealer.

I really need
some information on this woman.
It's extremely important.

Do you know anything?

Okay, look,
there is a killer on the loose.

Everyone's a little on edge.

So, you will forgive us
if we have no interest

in getting involved
with whatever mess you're in.

Yo, hey.

You. Yes.

I have... I've got shrooms.

I got a lot of 'em.
So, you give me some info,
and I'm gonna...

I'm gonna give you some
for free.

Okay, so I remember, like,
a week before we met you,

she came to the park
asking if any of us knew you.

Yeah. She had your photo
and everything.

Oh, my God.
What-what-what did she want?

Uh... Just to talk to you.

Oh!

So?

The shroomies?

Oh, yeah.

Uh... Here you go.

Don't open those around here.

Just be cool. Yeah, okay.

You had mushrooms?

I think it was an old croissant.

Oh, my God. You were right.
This woman has been
targeting me.

This is so fucking dangerous.
I gotta get out of this.

- What?
- We gotta go home.
This is not safe anymore.

- You're not gonna stop.
- What do you mean?

- I'm not gonna let you, not now.
- What?

- You're too good at this.
- Babe, that's really sweet,
but this is not--

I'm not being sweet, okay?
I'm being serious here.

Look, I used to be great
at tennis.

And I may not be anymore.

- Do you want me
to say something?
- Nah. The moment passed.

- Oh.
- The point is that I...

I still know what greatness
looks like,

and you're exceptional.

- Aw.
- Yeah. You were meant
to do this.

This is what you always wanted
to do, right?

Yeah, it kind of is.

So, what are we gonna do
about it?

Okay, I guess
first things first,

we find out Olivia's full name

so we can accuse her
anonymously.

- Yes! Let's get your head
in the game.
- Yeah? Okay.

Now, think.
What are some other places
that you guys went to?

Put your wallet away.
My baby daddy's paying
this time.

Ooh! Hi. Excuse me.

Do you think
you could get a receipt for us?

It's from the 28th.
We had a 2:00 p.m. reservation
at table 14.

Uh, sorry.
We don't really do that.

- She wants to add a tip.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh... All right, okay.
Just one second.

Nice job.

Ooh.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Okay, let's see.

"Luke Woodsen."

Search.

I got the address. Let's go.

- The tip?
- Oh, yeah.

- The tip.
- Get some... Do you have money?

How many margaritas
did you have?

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.

- You gonna take that or what?
- No.

- Hi. Oh, Lola!
- Hi.

Oh, my goodness.
You get cuter and cuter
every day.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry. I'm Ava.
I know her mom.

Oh. I'm her mother.

Of course, yes.
I know her biological mother,
I mean.

But stepmoms are
just as important as real moms.

I am her biological mother.

Who are you?

Okay, I'm a little confused.

This baby and my baby
are friend babies.

Oh. Our nanny takes her
to the park.

I don't have time for that
because I work.

Sorry. Is your...

Is your nanny named Olivia
by any chance?

- Yes. What is this about?
- Oh, my God.

- You fucking psycho
bitch-head lying--
- What?

- Okay, you need
to leave my house immediately.
- Not you! I'm sorry.

Olivia. She's--
I thought this was her baby.

She-she told me
she is your baby's mother.

What?!

Okay, well, thank God
she didn't show up today.

I knew I shouldn't have gotten
a nanny off Craigslist,
but I was desperate.

You better come inside.
I need to hear the whole story.

- Okay.
- I gotta deal with this.

- Hey, buddy.
- You calling
to apologize?

You goaded me.
You fucking goaded me.

I can't believe
I listened to you.
I should've listened to my wife,

but now,
my life's in the fucking toilet.

That's it, buddy.
Let it out. Let it all out.

I'm sorry
I'm such a bad influence on you.

I just hate seeing you
so disrespected.

I guess I'm just too protective
of you, you know?

I'm just too goddamn protective.

Okay. But i-it still
doesn't make it right.

No. And you know what?
I wanna make it up to you.

Tory and I, we're actually
moving the wedding up a bit.

It's just gonna be
a small ceremony
in your backyard.

But, um, Nathan...

I would be honored

if you would be my best man.

Your best man?

I don't know...

I don't know what to say.
I mean, wha...

Yeah. You know, I'm sensing
a lot of emotions coming up
for you right now.

Do you wanna do a feeling share?

Uh, okay, sure. Yeah. Um...

Never been anyone's best man,
uh, before.

I thought you'd ask Nick.

Ah, no. Nick?

Come on, buddy. It's you and me.

Yeah. I see why
you wouldn't ask him.

No one's ever asked me
to be a best man.

I guess that says
a lot about me.

I told you about my dad,
and being an only child, and...

My dad, he was just
so goddamn obsessed
about being the best.

Said that, "Nathan,
friends make you weak."

You know, I just... I guess
I spent a lot of time alone,
so nobody...

I didn't have a lot of friends,

and, you know,
I consider you my best friend.

Besides my wife.
I mean, she's my--

Ava's my number one best friend,
but you're my...

Sometimes,
you could even say it's tied
for one.

I wouldn't say that to her,
but I'd say it's Ava...

Well, look, it's Jack and Ava,

and then you're
a close number two
best friend of my life.

Whoa.

Anyway,
I just wanna say I-I, uh...

say that it means a lot to me,

and I really appreciate
you asking me to do this,

and I'm not gonna forget it.

You know what? Me, too.

Wow. 4:47 p.m.

I'll always remember
that is the exact time

that you said yes.

Wow. With barely
an hour's notice.

Buddy...

Wait. W--

The ceremony's tonight?

Isn't that why you gave us
the house for the day?
I thought Tory told Ava.

No, Ava doesn't know.
She has no idea about this.

Huh. Well, you know what?
Don't worry about it.

It's just gonna be a small,
casual, come-as-you-are
sort of thing.

I just wanna make sure
you're standing at my side
when we become brothers.

Hey, buddy, could you stay on
the phone another minute?

I just... I wanna do
a gratitude meditation.

Thanks, pal.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ The devil is loose
Oh, the devil is loose ♪

♪ Go and get him ♪

♪ Woo him all day
by singing the blues ♪

♪ Oh, the devil ♪

♪ Dine him all night... ♪

Okay, Ring camera,
what do you have for me?

Here we go.
License plate and face,
clear as day.

Okay, we gotta get
these Nextdoor moms on her ass.

- Yeah.
- Say that she, um...
gave your daughter gluten.

No! Say she stole
some Erewhon smoothies
out of your fridge.

- People freak over those.
- Or we could just tell them
she's a potential kidnapper.

- Oh, yeah!
- Yeah.

- No. That's good.
- Yeah.

Okay. Done.

I'll text you updates.

Hey, her name is Olivia Carter, okay?

- And Stephanie's got
the Nextdoor brigade on her--
- We gotta get home.

- Tory?
- Oh, my God. Finally!

Oh, my God. I am so pissed at--

- Ah! You look so beautiful.
- Thanks.

I am so pissed at you.
Where's our child?
What's going on?

I took him to Serena's.
It's hard to babysit

when planning
a last-minute wedding.

- Is it?
- Help me finish
getting ready? Thank you.

Tory, we need to--
Oh, my God.

You here for the wedding?

Seriously,
why did you not tell me
about this wedding?

- I knew you'd freak out.
- Not freaking out.

And here you are, freaking out.
What are you doing?

What are you looking for,
something to strangle me with?
What is that?

- Mom's pearl necklace.
- What?

I wore it on my wedding day,
and I always envisioned
you wearing it too.

Av, this is...

kinda light for pearls.
Did Mom say these were real?

I don't know.
She said her nose, boobs,
and teeth were real, so...

- Right, yeah.
- "Real enough
to fool 'em."

Yeah. Okay, here.
Let me put it on you.

I just... My wedding
was put together so last-minute,

I always kinda thought
yours would... be more special
than that.

This is special.

You know, you being here
to support me,

and Mom's fake pearls.

But seriously,
why are we rushing this?
Are you pregnant?

No. This is actually
kind of your fault,

because your little cop friend
is onto Matt.

My little cop friend?

Yeah. She came to see me
on campus.

Oh, hey. The wedding's out back.

Um, are-are you...
Are you here for Tory or Matt?

I guess
it doesn't really matter.
The wedding's so small.

Okay, the truth is
I didn't even know
a wedding was happening today.

I just dropped in
as a friend of Ava's.

Sorry. I didn't get your name.

No. She's not a cop.
She's not a real cop.
Oh, my gosh. Okay.

I am very kind of almost sure

that she is the Copycat Killer.

- She's the Copycat Killer?
- Yes!

Oh, my God. Holy shit!

No. That-that-that makes
so much sense,

because the Copycat Killer
has been communicating with Matt
through the cipher.

She's, like, obsessed with him.

Oh. That's a relief.
She's obsessed with him.

I kinda thought
she was obsessed with me, but...
It's fine. It's better this way.

Hold on. Back up.
Why is Matt communicating
with the killer?

- I don't think
I was supposed to tell you that.
- Oh, my God. Where's Matt?

He said he had to run an errand.

Yeah, I'm sure
he did have to run an errand.
I swear--

Babe,
your friend Drew is here.

Drew?

- Yeah.
- Hey, Ava!

- Hi.
- Hi. Oh, my God.

Why are you--
What are you doing here?

- I didn't really expect you.
- Sorry to just drop in.

You didn't tell me
that your sister
is getting married today.

Moved on that kinda fast, huh?

Yeah, yeah. No.
It's-it's a 24-hour wedding.

It's, like, a trend
where you get married
in 24 hours.

- Yeah, it keeps everyone
on their toes.
- Yeah, it's fast.

But I thought
you didn't like her fiancé.

- Uh... I do!
- No.

- No, I do. Do you not?
- I'm his best man.

We all like him.
That's water under the...

- Bridge.
- Yes. So, speaking of him,
we're actually...

The ceremony's gonna start.
Why don't you and I
catch up tomorrow?

Uh, you know, real quick.
So you don't want
Matt Pierce gone?

No. I...

- You don't.
- No.

- No, I don't.
- No.

- We love him.
- No. We're good.

Come on, Ava.

You can drop the act.

You know why I'm here.

I actually don't.
Why are we here?

- Why are we here?
- That's such a good question.

Ava, shut the fuck up.

I heard your voicemails.

I know you know I'm not a cop.

Matty man. Big day--

- Nick!
- There he is. Nick, buddy.

- You look incredible.
- Thank you.

Can you-- Yeah.
We're gonna be out--

Can I talk to you for a second?
Can you help me for one minute?

- Tell everybody
just to take a seat.
- All right.

Tory and Matt will be right out.

- This is so much fun.
- See you soon.

- Seriously, can we not do this
right now?
- See, the thing is

I do feel a little bad
using you to get to Matt.

Because I think we could've been
real friends, Ava. I do.

Except that you've been
protecting the Westside Ripper

- this entire time.
- Okay. Shh. Can we please not...

- What do you want?
- I want the same as you, Ava.

I want Matt gone.

You said it yourself.
He's dangerous.

So, help me take him out.

No. He's different now.

All right,
everyone calm down.

- Matt Pierce...
- Oh, God!

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, God.

- Okay.
- ...will always be a threat.

What are you doing?

He just killed again.

Please put down the gun.

Drew Stephens is dead.

Yeah. So where is Matt?

- He's running errands.
- Stop talking to her.

An errand?
I have been following him.

I have proof.

- Okay.
- Jesus!

And I want Matt off the streets.

Wait a minute.

You're left-handed?

Yeah.

You're not
the Copycat Killer.

Why would you think
that I'm a serial killer?

- Well...
- You do have a gun
pointed at us.

Okay, then who the fuck are you?

All right.

Where's my girl?

- I'm here.
- Here.

Oh, my God. Livvie.

What the hell
are you doing here?

You know her?

She's my ex-wife.

♪ Violent times ♪

♪ Almost lost you
in these violent times ♪

♪ I forgot people
could be so kind ♪

♪ In these violent times ♪

♪ Dollar signs ♪

♪ Almost lost it
chasing dollar signs ♪

♪ Know the cost,
but I forgot the price ♪

♪ Of buying my life ♪