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Night life
The singer and the troubadour
huddle together in the dark;
you see the silhouette of the pipe,
as the gas attacks the spark.
Across the road in the wine bar
anger hangs heavy in the air,
young men and girls burst upon the streets,
broken heads and broken chairs;
all you can drink for a tenner.
tequila shots red, red wine.
Police; The urban cleaners,
tidy up when they think its time.
In the darkness there is a passion.
Glowing red, like street night light;
Parents are aching for a new fashion,
That will keep there kids in every night.
And yet the wire is getting tighter,
they are all caught up in the snare,
hiding in tall grasses PULLING;
Its a way out from teenage dis pair.
The torch singer emerges,
wrapped around the troubadour,
As the night turns to day with flashes,
running to the limo from the clubs back door;
Head line the next morning,
"DRUNKEN YOBS RUN AMOK"
With a picture of the troubadour and singer,
in trendy suit with matching frock;
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Night life
Night life