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Orphan Boy
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Money To Money
Follow the trail of the supermarket bags down Prospect Road Young bodies frail folded crumpled under rags down Prospect Road Her thoughts run pale as she shakes between the fags down Prospect Road The Christmas mail lies unopened in a pile of black bags where all these prospects lie unsold.
All shoots run bad when you take out the money All fruits turn black when you take out the money All comforts pass when you take out the money All cultures clash, it's all lies.
The children wail and the parents watch the clock on Prospect Road Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The gift shop failed and they sacrificed the stock on Prospect Road Work boots for sale just to get back in the black on Prospect Road The market's stale but the landlord wants to sell the block and make these people pay what's owed.
All shoots run bad when you take out the money All fruits turn black when you take out the money All comforts pass when you take out the money All cultures clash, it's all lies.
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