| An unnamed thief lives in the city
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| What lures people in front of cold walls,
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| Hide warm in the four walls
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| Because there are strange appearances outside.
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| There is no place for you in this city
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| They all wear the same black uniforms,
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| Keep your head, maybe cut it short
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| Don't open them if they ring.
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| It will steal your soul, child
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| They don’t choose ways;
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| They'll steal your darling, darling
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| Find me.
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| It will steal your soul, child
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| They don’t choose ways;
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| They'll steal your darling, darling.
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| They are coming,
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| They are coming,
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| Watch out, take care
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| They are coming.
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| They are coming,
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| They are coming,
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| Watch out, take care
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| They are coming.
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| Where are the faces of former people
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| What a smile carries like a flag,
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| To greet the rising sun
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| To defy your law.
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| In this city of sleeping faces
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| We are waiting for the changes to come,
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| The cages are full of yellow birds
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| They sing, but no one hears.
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| It will steal your soul, child
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| They don’t choose ways;
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| They'll steal your darling, darling
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| Find me.
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| It will steal your soul, child
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| They don’t choose ways;
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| They'll steal your darling, darling.
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| They are coming,
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| They are coming,
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| Watch out, take care
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| They are coming.
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| They are coming,
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| They are coming,
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| Watch out, take care
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| They are coming.
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| They do not hide, they do not wear masks
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| They're not fit to be scared,
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| Faces like anyone you know
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| You fuck with them now.
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| Their upbringing is not like yours
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| Don't try to wear their number,
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| He wants to seduce you with nice words
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| Common sense doesn't interest them,
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| Because a child will steal your soul
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| They don't choose ways,
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| They twist, roll over, swindle, shit
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| We are now trusted by the brainstem
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| and looking for their own way to be on top,
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| They found a purpose for themselves.
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| They are collecting signatures, they want to tear it down
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| Freedom - that would suffocate
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| Black suits and a hand on the heart
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| Don't let them get on your street.
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| Because it will steal your soul, child
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| They don't choose ways
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| You will be glad to steal.
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| Find me.
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| It will steal your soul, child
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| They don’t choose ways;
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| They'll steal your darling, darling.
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| They are coming,
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| They are coming,
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| Watch out, take care
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| They are coming.
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| They are coming,
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| They are coming,
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| Watch out, take care
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| They are coming.
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| End |