(G.Kooymans/B.Hay)
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On the streets that go by number
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Still can't figure out how to get home
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There is no life lines, only dead lines
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Sure picked a fine time to be born
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First you taste it then you're wasted
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By the time you're almost 16 years old
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Everything used to be so simple
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Like the beating of a heart
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Dedicated to my little darling
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Right until the day we'd part
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There's a fist on the door
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I can hear it knocking
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Gotta check it out
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Beyond a shadow of a doubt
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There's something heavy going down
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And there's more to it than a pistol and a gun
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There's something going down
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On a midnight operation
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When the searchlights make your skin crawl
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My reaction to the action is
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I don't wanna be doing this at all
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Breaking rules that are made in schools
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That teach you how to be successful
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Used to be oh so simple
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Like the beating of a heart
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Dedicated to my little darling
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Right until the day we'd part
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There's fist on the doorI can hear it knocking
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Gotta check it out
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Beyond a shadow of a doubt
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There's something heavy going down
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And there's more to it than a pistol and a gun
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There's something going down
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Something heavy going down
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There's more to it than a pistol and a gun
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There's something going down,
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Something heavy going down
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There's more to it than a rocket and a bomb
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There's something going down,
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Something heavy going downA
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Nd there's more to it than a pistol and a gun
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There's something going down, down, down, down yeah
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Something heavy going down
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Something Heavy Going Down
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| Golden Earring |
