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Screaming in silence |
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fast on her feet |
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nervously feeling fear on the street. |
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No moving traffic |
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only the odd wing in the air |
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a shaft of light |
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a strand of hair |
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no time |
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no time to despair. |
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There's a cat among the pigeons |
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there's a pain in her chest |
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while the cat's among the pigeons there'll be no rest. |
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Gasping for breath in the cold of the night |
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patiently waiting for love at first sight. |
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Yes is the answer |
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but as the wind takes her hair |
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a piston thrust |
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a moment shared |
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no time |
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no time to despair. |
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There's a cat among the pigeons |
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there's a pain in her chest |
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while the cat's among the pigeons he'll take the best. |
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And the world keeps turning |
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and the boy keeps learning |
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who will be the one to put the cat among the pigeons now ? |
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There's a cat among the pigeons |
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there's a pain in her chest |
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while the cat's among the pigeons there'll be no rest. |
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There's a cat among the pigeons |
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there's a pain in her chest |
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while the cat's among the pigeons he'll take the best. |
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There's a cat among the pigeons ! |