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When they come

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His day began so early,
After only an hours sleep
He jumps from a cattle wagon
Unseen to those who come towards him
A grasp in the mandarin crate and he's quickly away from here
Fixated on the tourist at the corner
Unasked he polishes the muck from his shoes
Only for four Dirham
In the vacation season, business booms here
Hes got the shiney Rolex in his eye
If he just glances through the open window,
He skillfully hunts through the open window,
Just before anybody could hear anything
 
Short of breath, he goes over the roofs of the city
In this Moment, he can be a kid
He shakes the street dirt off
One eye always open, all the lights blurry
Both ears open and listening, ready to quickly escape
 
And he runs, when they come
Come, come,
Come, come
Come, come [x4]
 
And they hunt after him, nimble as he is
He forced himself through a slot and runs into shards
He swallows the pain so as to not cry out
He limps on so he won't be caught
And he ducks down
The police come,
he uses older people as a shield
Until he falls over
Punch one, punch two
The tourists are shocked, but they do nothing
Because he shames the cities image
He is only a street kid,
Who is too young for prison
First he plays dead
And when the moment comes,
He rips himself free
 
Short of breath he hides himself in the shadows of the night
In this Moment, he can be a kid
He shakes the street dirt off
One eye always open, all the lights blurry
Both ears open and listening, ready to quickly escape
 
And he runs, when they come
Come, come,
Come, come
Come, come [x4]
 
[Ali As:]
His stomach growls, he waits a moment, breathes deeply
Runs into the store for brand name watches
The sheep in the black strap,
The hard road
They pay for the goods only the street market price
Sad scenes in dirty beige
The younger tourists sell Haze
He sees the older in their Audi TT's
Or sitting at the Ritz before ostrich fillets
And it's clear to him
His dream will be blown away in the flurry of it all
His parents are sick, no helping hand
He, alone, has to be the man here,
Someone has to be
 
And he runs, when they come
Come, come,
Come, come
Come, come [x4]
 


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