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He's walking where I'm afraid I don't no |
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I see the firemen jumping from the windows |
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(There's panic and I hear somebody scream) |
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He picks up useless paper and puts it in my pocket |
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I'm trying very hard to keep my fingers clean |
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(I can't remember tell me what's his name?) |
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And all I wanted was a word - a photograph to keep at home |
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And all I wanted was a word - a photograph to keep |
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The sun is laughing it's another broking morning |
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I see a shadow and call out to try and warn him |
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(He didn't seem to hear just turn away) |
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The quit fellows follows |
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Points his fingers straight at you |
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He had to sacrifice his pride - yes |
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Throw it away |
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And all I wanted ... |
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His days are numbered he walks round and round in circles |
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There is no place he can ever call his own |
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(He semm's to jump at the sound of the phone) |
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Staring out the window |
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There's nothing he can now do |
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All he wanted was to remain in sane |
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(He can't remember his own name) |
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And all I wanted ... |
