he's walking where i'm afraid i don't no
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i see the firemen jumping from the windows
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(there's panic and i hear somebody scream)
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he picks up useless paper and puts it in my pocket
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i'm trying very hard to keep my fingers clean
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(i can't remember tell me what's his name?)
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and all i wanted was a word - a photograph to keep at home
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and all i wanted was a word - a photograph to keep
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the sun is laughing it's another broking morning
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i see a shadow and call out to try and warn him
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(he didn't seem to hear just turn away)
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the quit fellows follows
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points his fingers straight at you
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he had to sacrifice his pride - yes
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throw it away
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and all i wanted ...
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his days are numbered he walks round and round in circles
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there is no place he can ever call his own
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(he semm's to jump at the sound of the phone)
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staring out the window
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there's nothing he can now do
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all he wanted was to remain in sane
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(he can't remember his own name)
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and all i wanted
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Michael Chine
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