| Sing, Muse, of the passion of the pistol
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| Sing, Muse, of the warning by the whistle
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| A night so dark in the waning
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| A dawn obscured by a slate sky raining
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| Five and twenty burglars by the reservoir
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| A teenage lookout on the signal tower
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| The mogul’s daughter in hog-tie
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| The mogul fingers the wrong guy, all right
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| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime
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| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime
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| It was a perfect crime
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| The bagman’s quaking at the fingers
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| The hand-off, glance a little lingers
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| A well-dressed man in the cross-hairs
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| A shot rings out from somewhere upstairs
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| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime
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| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime
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| It was a perfect crime
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| It was like a ticker tape parade
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| When the plastique on the safe was blown away
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| And we all gazed from eye to eye
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| As we mouthed our silent goodbyes
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| The valley’s sleeping like a bastard
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| It stinks of slumber and disaster
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| Two words are spoke on the tap wire
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| The agent’s ploy finds a surefire backfire
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| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime
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| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, the perfect crime
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| It was a perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect
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| A perfect, a perfect, a perfect, a perfect crime |