| We were waiting at the Fulham station
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| For the last train east
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| A one-way ticket
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| The foreigners searching for the living
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| They got your sidewalk citizens
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| Mookin' all around
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| The tunnels were dark
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| We drove underground
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| Things look different
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| Things feel strange
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| You’re out of luck
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| You could be in danger down here
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| You ain’t at home (don't stare)
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| You could be in danger down here
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| When we rose to the surface
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| We were all stunned
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| The shock of what’s real
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| Like the sound of a gun
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| You can’t miss it
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| All the carney lights flashing
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| On the midway stroll
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| The blind getting fleeced
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| By the lovers of gold
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| Oh, it gets lonely
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| Man, it gets cold
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| You’re out of luck
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| You could be in danger down here
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| You ain’t at home (don't stare)
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| You could be in danger down here
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| (there'll be no staring down here)
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| We were growing so reckless
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| We were hurtin' for fun
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| There’s no turning back
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| To where you’d begun
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| It’s behind us
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| I remember well walking for hours
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| Through the scenes of old
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| An old soldier singing out
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| Bearing his soul empty handed
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| We stood there freezin'
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| On the empty streets
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| There’d be no rescue tonight
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| It seems we’ve been stranded
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| I said stranded
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| You’re out of luck
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| Brother you’re in danger down here
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| You ain’t at home (don't stare)
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| (there'll be no staring down here)
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| You’re out of luck
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| You could be in trouble boy
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| You ain’t at home (no)
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| You could be in danger
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| Danger
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| But you will be taken care of |