My dear there is no danger.
Can't you see they turn blind eyes to we swift and spotlight strangers?
Before the rush is over we will be revered again, while the victims still
recover.
If we run this light, take a little life, no one will care at all.
We can burn it and leave, for we are the beautiful thieves no one suspects at
all.
Are we running toward death? I have met him times before, he adores us like the
rest.
Even if we're discovered, just be sure to wear your best. We will surely make
the covers.
Who would run for cover? Who would run from us?
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