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Lurking, he knows your face |
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He waits and bides his time |
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Mind clocks your every move ' |
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Till you step out of line |
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Stalking streets by night |
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Pushing guns by day |
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He knows it isn't right |
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But he wants to make his name |
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He's working harder |
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Gotta make another, make another martyr (chorus) |
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Hide your eyes |
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They're moving closer |
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But you know you're not allowed to look them in the face |
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Hide your eyes |
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Cos' you're the loser |
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Before you even start to run you've lost the race |
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You'll never know the place |
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Until your time has come |
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It'll be a sunny day |
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Until his work is done |
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Doesn't care what pain you feel |
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Can't see your mother's tears |
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As she counts the cost of the life that's lost |
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And twenty wasted years |
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He thinks he's smarter |
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Gone and made another, made another martyr (chorus) |
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He's working harder |
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Gotta make another, make another martyr (chorus) |
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Hide your eyes |
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They're moving closer |
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Hide your eyes |
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Cos' you're the loser publishing : |
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In A Bunch |
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Music Ltd / |
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J&S Music 1984 |