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They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway. They say that life's a game, then they take the board away. They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret... In no-longer-pretty cities there are fingers in kitties. There are warrants, forms, and chitties and a jackboot on the stair. Sex and death and human grime, in monochrome for one thin dime, But at least the trains all run on time but they don't go anywhere. Facing their Responsibilities either on their backs or on their knees There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away And t