| Helmet Ray, Futura Black
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| Lay in wait down by the tracks
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| Silver shoes and rings of lead
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| Dressed up like they’ve just been wed
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| Helmet Ray, Futura Black
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| Black, black, black, black, black
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| Helmet Ray, Futura Black
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| Black, black, black, black
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| Helmet Ray, Futura Black
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| Gone so far, they can’t go back
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| Crouched by tires, slouched on steel
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| Each heart beat the other feels
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| Helmet Ray, Futura Black
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| Black, black, black, black, black
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| Helmet Ray, Futura Black
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| Black, black, black, black
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| Helmet Ray, Futura Black
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| Have no suitcase, have no sack
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| Laughing by the baker’s door
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| Dancing to the highway roar
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| Helmet Ray, Futura Black
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| Black, black, black, black, black
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| Helmet Ray, Futura Black
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| Black, black, black, black, black
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| Helmet Ray, Futura Black
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| Light-beam gun goes, «tack tack tack! |
| «Take this peach, taste that plum
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| Just drop now your light-ray gun
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| Helmet Ray, Futura Black
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| Black, black, black, black, black
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| Helmet Ray, Futura Black |