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Pickpocket - M

And... the new song, which has no title as of yet

1,2,3,4

In comes you, not the same person I knew

Looking roughly the same, but something hungry getting restless in your brain

So there I go, not the same person that you used to know

Peeking through the fisheye lens at you

And the cornet blows where the oleander grows

And us two, not the same people that our old friends knew

And so down the street, you head in the high summer heat

White long-sleeved Oxford pushed up to just before your elbows

Black pumps and a medium length black skirt

Eating a path through the dark damp earth

I hope they've got plenty of money where you're going

And the cornet blows where the oleander grows

And us two, not the same people that our old friends knew