We go shopping in Oxford Street<\/p>\n
Cars pass us by<\/p>\n
Eyes stare out at us<\/p>\n
Blue eyes, but why?<\/p>\n
Do they stare out at us<\/p>\n
Tear stained and pale<\/p>\n
Prostitutes,lost souls<\/p>\n
Gone off the rail<\/p>\n
Do we care?\u00a0 Do we see?<\/p>\n
Why should we care?<\/p>\n
Well it might be our child<\/p>\n
Your child, your child that is there<\/p>\n
Trapped in the car<\/p>\n
Sold off like some Lamb<\/p>\n
Strung up and bleeding<\/p>\n
Is that who I am?<\/p>\n
Is that who I am?<\/p>\n
Pretend not to see<\/p>\n
Look the other way<\/p>\n
Is that now me<\/p>\n
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Just a glimpse of a girl in a car she looked out our eyes met, and she was gone
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