Fishing in the high street
Windswept and ashen
A passing fashion
A fad and fade
A game well played
From Gods to Prophets
All about profits
The percentage sale
The mannequin girl
The get one free
Personal to me
Plastic or cash
It's all trash
The smile the grin
The beckoning in
You cross the line
You think it's fine
Just to browse or look
You've taken the hook
Fishing in the high street
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