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We were dark-eyed children |
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In a neon world |
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Where men hid in the shadows |
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Of silhouetted girls |
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You were way too beautiful |
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As beautiful as anything those ugly |
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King's cross streets had ever seen |
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At seventeen |
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It happened on the corner |
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Where you used to stand |
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Dealers and policemen |
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Money changing hands |
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You didn't have to see a thing |
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You could've disappeared into a store |
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And hid behind a magazine |
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But you were seen |
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And he came, for your life |
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In the rain, in the night |
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All he ever cried, over you |
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Was a teardrop tattoo |
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They'd called you to an inquest |
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To stand and testify |
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Against the law enforcers |
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Dealing on the sly |
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You never made the hearing; |
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They found a man |
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Who with his hands, had killed before |
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And now would kill again |
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...and he killed again |
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Coz he came, for your life |
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In the rain, in the night |
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All he ever cried, over you |
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Was a teardrop tattoo |
