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Dragnet for gun-blast man
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The papers had a father
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Holding up a picture
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His son-in-law killed her
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Yes he killed his wife
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She was wasting his life
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His veins are full of evil serum
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But what's done is done
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Now he's trapped in flat of angles
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Hiding in flat of angles
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Right down to its gables
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And sometimes bell bust under
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The rings from many callers
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Coupon and gas-board man
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Dragnet for gun-blast man
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Who's trapped in flat of angles
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Rented cage is flat of angles
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Right down to its gables
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And first he started on the floorboards
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120 degrees from window
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Doors open to specification
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And keeps out stupid neighbours
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Very safe is flat of angles
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Cheap rent too his flat of angles
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Down to its gables
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Here he fights to type
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Story of murder in his life
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Or soap operas all day
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In rooms of dirty laundry
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But I'm in flat of angles
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Hiding in flat of angles
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Right down to its gables
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And the sun dragged him out one day
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From his laundry
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He saw mercenary eyes
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The streets are full of mercenary eyes
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Well stretched in flat of angles
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Not long left in flat of angles
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Down to the gables
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There's a big reward for gun-blast man
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A big reward for gun-blast man
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A big reward for gun-blast man
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Let us go up and [..] write stories
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Dragnet
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Phone in for the Dragnet man
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FLAT OF ANGLES
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| The Fall |
