Back in an alley, a shot rings out, the cigarette flares
Impact runs down electric lines, heading north to the city news wire
Across the ocean the sun starts to rise with foreign eyes
It's a bang blame bang, murder on the midnight wire
The police said this boy is a liar, look the gun's in his hands
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