Out in the street it's gently raining,
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It's like dancing on glass.
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You and your razor blade assistant,
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Carved the lies right from the past.
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But they offered you such miracles,
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You who have been handling straws.
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Soon you're deafened by the decibels.
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Then you're swallowed by the applause.
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Give'em, take'em, paint a face and I
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Live'em, make'em, make'em laugh and cry.
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I am waiting here, your memory still holds,
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I am waiting here, but I am growing so cold.
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Chorus
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Take what you need,
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Give the rest back,
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Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
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He was a friend, till they stole him back,
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Hope they get, hope he had, what they're after.
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Take what you need.
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Give the rest back,
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Give it to the drowned man beneath the water,
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He was a friend, till they stole him back,
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Now he plays all his days with the master.
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All the nameless, motherless, helpless,
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Crouching figures in the park,
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Warm to songs that sing of freedom,
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Then with loneliness they dance.
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Long ago there was a friendship,
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Now there's wreckage on some Greek beach,
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Down at the gate they still remember,
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It's in the diaries they keep.
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Chorus
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DROWNED MAN
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