Between the dead ring ash of extreme defense
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The lonely groups of company boys
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Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins
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These are children riding naked on their tourist pals
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While the hollows that pass for eyes swell from withdrawal
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As he lies on a mattress in a rat infested room
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Talking 'bout his family and the cold back home
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Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
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No one over here reads the papers pal
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'Tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
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He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls
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A small black someone jumps over the crazy white god
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Cranking up the volume of a Michael Jackson song
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Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
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No one over here reads the papers pal
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'Tween the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
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He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls
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Where the frangipani scents the air
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She mouths a word that breaks his stare
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He grunts his reply in a garrulous croak
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"That's a mighty big word for a nine year old"
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Between the dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
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No one over here reads the papers pal
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The dull cold eyes and the mind unstable
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He's a clean trick and he's shopping for girls
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Shopping for girls, shopping for girls
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Gaze down into her eyes for a million miles
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Wanna give her a name and a clean rag doll
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Shoppong For Girls
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| David Bowie |
