To die:

Strict they are
We
  
Don't know how to do a thing
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Bums in the alleyways

You and me

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Santa clause on the lam

Pauper
With top hat and cane

Children fallin from fire escapes
Mothers who care end up on jail
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Killers end up on the society page
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You and I end up in bed
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We don't know how to do a thing

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