| There’s a man in the park
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| Walking his dog to a mark
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| In the picture he painted
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| In the picture he painted
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| And the people look on
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| And the people look on
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| Then they carry on
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| Roaming all day long
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| From the eyes of a television inspired mess
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| From a pub to a club to a street to a thug
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| Ignoring the light from above
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| Ignoring the light from above
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| Fight or surrender, no friendly neighbour
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| The butcher and the baker and the mixer and the maker
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| It’s a battle with the wind
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| On my neck and in my eyes
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| With the crows looking at
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| That wallet restin' above my thigh
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| Come up to me with a knife and a can
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| With the words «give me what you got»
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| Holding out a hand, no!
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| From the eyes of a television inspired mess
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| From a pub to a club to a street to a thug
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| Ignoring the light from above
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| Ignoring the light from above
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| Fight or surrender, no friendly neighbour
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| The butcher and the baker and the mixer and the maker
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| Can’t find any mirror that shines
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| From the eyes of a television inspired mess
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| From a pub to a club to a street to a thug
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| Ignoring the light from above
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| Ignoring the light from above
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| Is it the maker in you, or someone you knew
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| The one who can turn the grey into blue |