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Well the sun grew dim and the night grew tall |
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Everyone's dancing in the dirty dancehall |
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The chins they did wobble, the eyes did stare |
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There was a sense of threat in the air |
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Everyone's dancing, feeling fine |
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But looking like zombies, as though they're dying |
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I stood alone in the darkened room |
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My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom |
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Oh the dogs and the vermin were mooching the streets |
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Sniffing out the candy and the left over meat |
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Down in the alley a tramp falls asleep |
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Murdering the hooker and chops off their feet |
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Everyone's dancing, feeling fine |
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But looking like zombies, as though they're dying |
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I stood alone in the darkened room |
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My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom |
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This is just a night in the City of Culture |
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But everyone's whacked, looks like vultures |
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This is just a night in the City of Culture |
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But everyone's whacked, looks like vultures |
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This is just a night in the City of Culture |
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But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures |
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This is just a night in the City of Culture |
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But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures |
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All the lights came on and the music stopped |
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Men in uniform outside on a watch |
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The tramp waits by the bush to pounce |
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Woken up again by a young girl's shout |
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Closing up the club, a fight breaks out |
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All the Black Mariahs were left in no doubt |
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One got killed another one ran |
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They ended up arresting an innocent man |
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This is just a night in the City of Culture |
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But everyone's whacked, looks like vultures |
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This is just a night in the City of Culture |
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But everyone's whacked, looks like vultures |
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This is just a night in the City of Culture |
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But everyone's whacked and looks like vultures |
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This is just a night in the City of Culture |
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But everyone's whacked, looks like vultures |
