Sulking, walking round' the city after dark
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Need protection, from street toughs who clip the locks and rip the doors off rough, like cowards
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Oh this life of glorified
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Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see
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Don't think I don't know sympathy
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My victims in my shadow staring back at me
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Not me, I'm knockin
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Tiptoe outside a stranger's door casually let myself in
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Fill pockets with trinkets, purses, china, antique armoire
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Oh this life of glorified
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Robbing from the blind is not easy, you see
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Don't think I don't know sympathy
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My victims in my shadow staring back at me
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There's robbers in my thoughts!
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They tell me what to think, they're hiding in my clothes, crawling in the kitchen sink
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Robbers
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| Cold War Kids |
