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The treacherous streetlights Call for the blinders Glaring the dark sides of The rule of supply and demand I’ll never be street wise But signs of the times I know Will reveal themselves in beastly shapes Shoved inside a container when fifteen Shipped on board a boat bound for Seville Recycled by the members of the crew She ends up on the streets of downtown oslo And defiant and proud she stands her ground at night And I don’t know how she feels but I know it ain’t right The treacherous streetlights Call for
