| Well the wall’s to wet to sit on
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| And there’s a curtain right over my head
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| Stamp my feet waiting for a bus
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| But decide to walk instead
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| And the american saxophoner follows me
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| All the way from the tele to the public house
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| My fingers are always in my ears
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| But the reeds always in their mouth
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| And if you’ve ever crossed your heart and hoped to die
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| The voices in your head saying you must cry
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| Then there’s more to you than meets the eye
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| But if you go about your business with capital b
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| They’re sure to cut you up with a capital c
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| And then you will be dead with a capital d
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| Just step outside
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| Well we could stop for a conversasion
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| If we could think of anything to say
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| But you know you’ve got nothing to talk about
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| When nothing happened yesterday
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| And if I ever commited a murder
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| I think I’d go about it this way
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| Never mine a rope or a dagger and a cloak
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| I could spend a week on this estate
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| And if you’ve ever crossed your heart and hoped to die
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| The voices in your head saying you must cry
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| Then there’s more to you than meets the eye
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| But if you go about your business with capital b
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| They’re sure to cut you up with a capital c
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| And then you will be dead with a capital a
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| Just step outside
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| What are you doing tomorrow
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| And the day after and the day after that
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| Got some money I can borrow?
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| I’ve become the person I’ve admired
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| And if you’ve ever crossed your heart and hoped to die
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| The voices in your head saying you must cry
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| Then there’s more to you than meets the eye
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| But if you go about your business with capital b
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| They’re sure to cut you up with a capital c
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| And then you will be dead with a capital b |