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it's lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie |
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she giggles at the screen 'cos it looks so green |
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there's carpets on the pavements |
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and feathers in her eye |
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but sooner or later, her new friends will realise |
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that julie's been working for the drug squad |
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well it seemed like a dream, too good to be true |
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stash it in the bank while the tablets grow high |
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in their millions |
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and everybody's high (hi, man...) |
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but there's someone looking down |
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from that mountainside |
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'cos julie's been working for the drug squad |
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and it's ten years for you |
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nineteen for you |
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and you can get out in twenty-five |
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that is if you're still alive |
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an' then there came the night of the greatest ever raid |
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they arrested every drug that had ever been made |
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they took eighty-two laws |
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through eighty-two doors |
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and they didn't halt the pull |
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till the cells were all full |
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'cos julie was working for the drug squad |
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they put him in a cell, they said you wait here |
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you've got the time to count all of your hair |
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you've got fifteen years |
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a mighty long time |
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you could have been a physicist |
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but now your name is on the mailbag list |
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julie's been working for the drug squad |
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gumbo! |
