| Close the shop
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| Pull down the blinds
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| If anyone asks why
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| Tell them it’s time
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| I thought he’d come back
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| He said he would
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| The blighter’s done himself in
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| I can’t believe he could
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| Nature’s played me a dirty trick
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| I’m going to disappear
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| I want a few years peace and quiet
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| Far away from here
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| The law says I’m a criminal
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| But I can’t help the way I am
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| Trying to find some kind of love
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| The only way I can
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| I’m an odd man out
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| Discretion guaranteed
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| I don’t scream and shout
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| But I know what I need
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| I’m an odd man out
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| An outlaw on the run
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| There’s quite a few of us about
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| In 1961
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| One day these laws
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| Will be swept into the bin
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| No more blackmail or jail
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| No one doing himself in
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| Times will change
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| Too late to right the wrong
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| Boy Barrett’s dead and gone
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| I’m an odd man out
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| Discretion guaranteed
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| I don’t scream and shout
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| But cut me and I’ll bleed
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| I’m an odd man out
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| An outlaw on the run
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| There’s quite a few of us about
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| In 1961
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| Nature played me a dirty trick. |
| I’m going to see I get a few years peace and
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| quiet in return. |
| You’ve got a big position, they’d listen to you.
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| You ought to be able to state our case. |
| Tell them there’s no magic cure for
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| how we are, certainly not behind prison bars, come to feel like a criminal,
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| an outlaw. |
| Do you know what I think, Mr. Farr? |
| I think Boy Barrett’s well out
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| of it |