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The final track on the album
The protagonist is cut loose in a cold world with the scars and in the uniform of his struggle
Prison clothes or a de-mob suit
It’s a kind of elongated funeral march into the unknown ahead
There’s a loser on the loose
And he’s wearing clothes like mine
Someone ought to give him the message
I got my number on my jacket
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