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Shots ring out in Paris, the bells ring out in Rome,
Your photo's in the paper, boy you're getting old.
Footsteps in the carpark he's the governor of the night.
The omens say crime don't pay but each dog has its price.
When two worlds collide,
The tears well inside,
When two worlds collide.
A boy is found in Naples, his body's in a ditch,
His young life counts for nothing when somebody's getting rich.
There's flowers on the table, he sips water she drinks wine,
And I don't think that mercy is the language of our time.
When two worlds collide,
The teardrops inside.
When two worlds collide,
You break me up inside.
Backstreet of Chicago a black man plays the gold,
There's a man on every corner says he'd like to buy your soul.
Bhuddists in the temple, bullets in the night,
Steeping out of their world, into your world, into mine.
In the jet black night.
The tears well inside,
When two worlds collide.
You break me up inside,
Two worlds collide.
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