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Desolate loving in yor eyes You used to made my life so sweet Step out like a god found child I saw your eyes across the street Who would be the fool

Guns that cross the street You never know who you might meet Who's in disguise Ooh as you blow a storm There's no one there to keep you warm It's no

melting pot Big enough big enough big enough to take The world and all it's got And keep it stirring for A hundred years or more And turn out coffee coloured people by

On the street They're preaching violence Mr Man it's in your head On the street The midnight cowboy Needs no gun To shoot you dead Why do I live the

Man shake Man shake I've got this nasty camera One snap it stole my soul If you're left feeling lonely One is the place to go Now I never bothered With

Our colours we chose Some people say that the way that we live Is out of this place And some people say that the way that we live Is blinded by fate All

The victims we know so well They shine in your eyes when they kiss and tell Strange places we never see But you're always there like a ghost in my dream

Desert loving in your eyes all the way If I listen to your lies would you say I'm a man without conviction I'm a man who doesn't know How to sell a contradiction

Do you deal in black money? Do you deal in black money, do you deal in? Do you deal in black money? Do you deal in black money, do you deal in? Oh yeah