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The bandit Stealing across the nights With no thought for human rights marauding glimmers of light.
Who will take my space? Fill my place, join the chase, Hot shot sought Can’t be bought Gunned and shunned Whilst increasing the fund.
My escape, heart agape What of Tom, Sally and Larry? Will they ape my tape Can’t I keep them safe From my videotape?
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