THIS PLACE
So this place is yours and
we can keep it together: All
that distant noise is what's
left of the world - dowagers
and gamblers and constables
and field-hands for the Mob.
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The bank-tellers aren't talking,
as their fingers near the bell.
In only a second, the alarms
will go off at headquarters and
we'll be sunk in our shoes.
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