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Spring light in a hazy may |
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And a man with a gun at the door |
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Someone's crawling on the roof above --- |
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All the media here for the show |
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I've been waiting for our friends to come |
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Like spiders down ropes to free-fall |
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A thirty round clip for a visiting card --- |
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Admit one to the embassy ball |
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Caught in the crossfire on princes gate avenue |
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In go the windows and out go the lights |
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Call me a doctor. fetch me a policeman |
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I'm down on the floor in one hell of a fight |
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I'm just a soul with an innocent face --- |
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A regular boy dressed in blue |
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Conducting myself in a proper way |
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As befitting the job that i do |
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They came down on me like a ton of bricks |
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Swept off my feet, knocked about |
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There's nothing for it but to sit and wait |
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For the hard men to get me out |
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Calm reason floats from the street below |
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And the slow fuse burns through the night |
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Everyone's tried to talk it through |
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But they can't seem to get the deal right |
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Somewhere there are brownings in a two-hand hold --- |
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Cocked and locked, one up the spout |
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There's nothing for it but to sit and wait |
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For the hard men to get me out |