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Who are these people
I'm in black treacle
Cue sliding violin
In sympathy
But I'm not running
Enough of broken glass
Enough so I can eat
The dancing feet
A fortune teller
Sea bird feather
Cue the sliding violins
In sympathy yeah
But I'm not running
Enough of broken glass
Enough so I can eat
My dancing feet
Who are these people
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