Bruno was a nice guy
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he liked to drink it and he liked to smoke it.
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He walked with us from deck to deck
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he mixed the sound and he had his own style
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afternoon on the road, heat and sweat
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a stop at a petrol pump
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let's see what we're going to drink
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a pumper with a mustache looks at us in profile
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suddenly, Bruno leans forward
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hand in pocket jacket in pir
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the pumper is shaken by the cold
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Bruno shouts aloud:
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it's a robbery — it's a robbery, it's a robbery
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it's a robbery — it's a robbery, it's a robbery
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It is not clear to anyone what is happening
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the pumpman flinches, we all flinch.
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Bruno is looking but Bruno is silent
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After about a second, it suddenly relaxes
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with a look of innocent naive eyes
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he pulls out his empty palms from his pocket
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"We were just kidding, sorry sir
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little to brighten things up, because it's a long way."
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The mustache breathes a sigh of relief, we all breathe a sigh of relief
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shaking his head, he says to Bruno:
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"I screwed up, but you're lucky"
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He pulls a baseball bat from under the counter and then yells:
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it's a robbery — it's a robbery, it's a robbery
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it's a robbery — it's a robbery, it's a robbery
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it's a robbery — it's a robbery, it's a robbery
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it's a robbery — it's a robbery, it's a robbery |