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*"You got to be crazy
You gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
And when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed*
*And then moving in silently
Down wind and out of sight
You got to strike when the moment is right
Without thinking*
*And after a while
You can work on points for style
Like the club tie
And the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile*
*You have to be trusted
By the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in*
*You gotta keep one eye
Looking over your shoulder
You know, it's going to get harder
And harder and harder
As you get older*
*And in the end, you'll pack up
And fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer"*
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*Nouvelle Vague