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I’m standing in some car-park with a case
that I can’t open. I’ve no plan, it’s dark,
and raining and my shoes are leaking slowly
and I know the man I'm meeting: he’s a shark.
The clever fish keep clear. I’ll do the deal,
but watch the larger shadows as they flow
between the BMWs. I am numb
but there is so much that I owe.
If I can just survive
If I can just survive
if I can only live
Through these next moments,
I swear it all will change
Car-parks, darkness, rain and cases,
Silent men with folded faces,
Eyes that swivel in their sockets,
Metal objects clutched in pockets,
I do this for the wad of green,
The wish that I can fall out clean.
What was it years ago, decisions made,
that brought me to this day without a choice?
But I at least can try a better deal,
a wilder card, a last throw of the dice;
and surely it’s my life to gamble with?
I should not meet this man without a soul
around to witness what goes down. But he’s here
and nothing now seems under my control …
If I can just survive
If I can just survive
if I can only live
Through these next moments,
I swear it all will change
It’s always dark and always raining,
It helps me hide, I’m not complaining,
It’s heartbreaking, but it’s my trade:
The way my little money’s made,
So do the deal and walk away
So do the deal and walk away
So do the deal and walk away
I’ll live to deal another day.
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