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The street vendors
like wolves
pick out the weak
with their charities
and religions


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Just one song for you
Everyone else
I normally manage to shake off


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I hear your voiceseverywhere
on the platforminside the train
I believed I had departed


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It's all the little hooks, isn't it
It's not so much that you let them slip away
it's what they take with them


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You know what lads are like
on a ladder, climbing higher
Guns for hire



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