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We were dark eyed children in a neon world |
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Where men hid in the shadows of silhouetted girls |
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You were way too beautiful as beautiful as anything |
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Those ugly King's Cross streets have ever seen and seventeen |
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It happened on the corner where you used to stand |
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Dealers and policemen, money changing hands |
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You didn't have to see a thing, you could have disappeared |
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Into a store and hid behind a magazine but you were seen |
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And he came for your life in the rain, in the night |
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All he ever cried over you was a teardrop tattoo |
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They'd called you to an inquest, to stand and testify |
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Against the law-enforcers dealing on the sly |
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You never made the hearing, they found a man who with his hands |
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Had killed before and now would kill again and he killed again |
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'Cause he came for your life in the rain, in the night |
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All he ever cried over you was a teardrop tattoo |
