| Harry’s on the run, he’s got good reason
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| Since he bought a gun, he’ll never sleep again
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| Widow sleeps alone, she never shuts her window
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| Mandy knows what’s fun, she just don’t know what’s right
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| Come on, step inside
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| Come on, step inside, don’t walk on by
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| Step inside
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| Come on, step inside
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| Sequins on his shirt, Stevie’s up for dancing
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| Always been a flirt, Carol steps in line
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| History to the bone, memory to the marrow
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| Old an' weary man, treads a travelled road
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| Come on, step inside
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| Come on, step inside, don’t walk on by
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| Step inside
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| Come on, step inside
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| Standing in the sun, trolling cold Maria
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| A Hare Krishna drum sounds distantly in time
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| The blood comes off like grime, in the wash hand basin
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| Just another crime, reason with her
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| Step inside
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| Come on, step inside, donm’t walk on by
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| Step inside
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| Come on, step inside, don’t walk on by
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| Step inside
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| Come on, step inside |