He cast a grim shadow
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Through the busy street
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Said he was a junkie
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And he punctuated his walk with a gun
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Motiveless murder
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The papers scream
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The cops all said
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The crowd was iced by the sight
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Oh baby don't it make you feel so bad
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Dark clouds are over the street
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After what I read, I can hardly feel my heart...
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My heart beat
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Down the subway stairs
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After him they leapt
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An echo snap and scream of fire
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The hot pursuit was done
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For the last time he felt the light
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And gave up his last fight
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Oh baby don't it make you feel so bad
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Dark clouds are over the street
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After what I read, I can hardly feel my heart...
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My heart beat
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Morning Final
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| Blue Oyster Cult |
