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When a man is running from his boss
Who hold a gun that fires cost
And people die from being cold
Or left alone because they're old
No one can love without the grace
Of some unseen and distant face
And when you're fighting in the streets
You get computers and receipts
[Incomprehensible]
Something goes wrong
You stop dancing