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Theres a man, who's just been waiting here
all night long.
As he watches you, he's smiling there all
alone.
He needs something better, but he knows
you're on your own.

All the streetcreeps and their pushers here
have all gone.
Slowly swept below the streets, where they
belong.
But theres something not right, its the violence
we love.
Theres a man in the darkness waiting for
blood.

Watch the broken television come to life.
As the story cuts right through you like a
knife.
Under cold neon light, its the violence we love.
And from the gutter he crawls, waiting for
blood.

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