| He said: «officer can you help me please?»
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| Morning came quick and my eyes sting
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| Came in here with his hands up
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| But you were quick to the draw so shame on us
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| In an hours time he’ll be all strung out
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| He’s out hanging around by the gambling house
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| No luck in the air or liquor on lips
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| He heads for old town cashes in and quits
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| But he can feel the sun in his eyes
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| Talks to strangers but gets no replies
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| But his mouth just keeps on talking
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| And his legs oh they keep walking
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| And he’s on the phone now
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| And he’s calling you
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| And he’s on the phone now
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| And he’s calling you
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| Screaming this isn’t me
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| Kicking glass all over the street
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| I’ll scream this isn’t me
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| From the grit between my teeth
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| This isn’t me
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| This isn’t me
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| This isn’t me
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| From the grit between my teeth
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| From the grit between my teeth
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| They’ve all started work, his head’s gone astray
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| He’s living way too fast for the middle of the day
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| Friends way too nice for his own good
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| At least it wasn’t anything from him they took
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| He can hear them loud and clear
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| These words couldn’t fall on more receptive ears
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| He can hear them loud and clear
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| Can you hear them? |
| Can you hear them?
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| Loud and fucking clear!
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| And he’s on the phone now
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| And he’s calling you
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| And he’s on the phone now
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| And he’s calling you
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| Screaming this isn’t me
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| Kicking glass all over the street
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| I’ll scream this isn’t me
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| From the grit between my teeth
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| This isn’t me
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| This isn’t me
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| This isn’t me
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| From the grit between my teeth
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| From the grit between my teeth
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| Reluctant to admit that I have switched sides
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| He says I should go home but I’m alright, but I’m alright
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| Reluctant to admit that I have switched sides
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| He says I should go home but I’m alright, but I’m alright
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| And he’s on the phone now
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| And he’s coming for you
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| And he’s on the phone now
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| And he’s coming for you
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| Screaming this isn’t me
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| Kicking glass all over the street
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| I’ll scream this isn’t me
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| From the grit between my teeth
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| This isn’t me
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| This isn’t me
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| This isn’t me
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| From the grit between my teeth
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| From the grit between my teeth |