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In the shadow of the docks

Where men are taken to be murdered

//

Cloudy sky

Only a few stars can be seen

//

But in this night

Your presence

Cannot be mistaken

//

                                        I of the the             " Sheriff 's Badge "

I in the sound of Police Car Sirens

//

I lull you to sleep

& seep myself in your virginity

<>

on the Brooklyn Bridge

hand in hand we 're married

//

Our children
are everywhere

some are tattered
Some are torn

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Sacred is all sight

We are the heroes

Yes we are

under the street light

Just so you might find the way