| I heard someone calling me, from a car across the road
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| The lights were out, I never heard the sound of the police car radio
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| So I went running down the lane with my plastic bag, not stopping once to look
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| behind
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| But the long arm of the law put its foot to the floor, And they met me on the
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| other side
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| And they said: «What's goin on here then, sonny.» |
| «Hello, hello.»
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| «What's goin' on here then, sonny.» |
| «We want to know.»
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| But they weren’t convinced no matter how I tried
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| They pinned me up against the wall
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| And my homemade jam in my plastic bag was broken by the Civic Hall.
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| By the Civic Hall
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| I closed my eyes to see the Phoenix rise, spread-eagle up against the wall
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| And I walked, tight-knit, from my sinking ship
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| Trying hard to keep the furnace cool
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| So I thought, easy-come, easy-go. |
| Just play along
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| Until I got inside the car. |
| But a stone-age hand left my trust in man
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| Went to pieces for the final time
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| When they said: «What's goin on here then, Sonny.» |
| «Hello, hello.»
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| «What's goin' on here then, Sonny.» |
| «We want to know.»
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| But they weren’t convinced no matter how I tried
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| They pinned me up against the wall
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| And my homemade jam in my plastic bag lies broken by the Civic Hall
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| By the Civic Hall
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| And my homemade jam in my plastic bag lying broken by the Civic Hall
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| By the Civic Hall |