| His photograph was taken in 1980 in New York on a subway train
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| He emerges days later, the sun in his eyes, and it started all over again
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| It spreads through the city like a hand-made virus and catching a glimpse of
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| their lives
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| Beggars and bankers and flyboys and hookers all hang on together inside
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| He’s either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah
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| He’s either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah
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| Criminally minded and partially blinded, surviving on minimal sleep
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| Scars on his face and a stone in the place where his heart would previously beat
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| Travelling even faster in the wake of disaster and reaching at you from the
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| bleak
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| Escaping and hiding or simply surviving, way down in the fluorescent deep
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| He’s either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah
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| He’s either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah ah ah
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| His photograph was taken in 1980 in New York on a subway train
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| Then he hit self-destruct with a battering ram and it started all over again
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| He’s either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah
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| He’s either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah
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| He’s either dead or in serious trouble
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| He’s either dead or in serious trouble
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| He’s either dead or in serious trouble
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| He’s either dead or in serious trouble |