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Look up on the ledge There's a bomber diving on the golden street Down below the crowd is falling Bullets under feet Don't tell me, no, don't tell me, hey, don't tell me Where under the beat of a brand-new marching order Ears to be ground thereâs a party planned for the new recruits Hurricane lamps are burning, teargas fills the route, yeah |