it's a mystery to me, the game commences, for the usual fee, plus expenses
confidential information, it's in a diary, this is my investigation, it's not a public inquiry
I go checking out the reports, digging up the dirt, you get to meet all sorts, in this line of work, treachery and treason, there's always an excuse for it, and when I find the reason, I still can't get used to it
and what have you got at the end of the day? what have you got to take away? a bottle of whiskey and a new set of lies, blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes
scarred for life, no compensation, private Investigations
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