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The cry of something gone wrong.
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When I was young, I sang the song.

I sang of fires and banks that were robbed.
I sang of Dillinger, his Lady in Red.
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Shot in the alley, the gangster is dead.

I was only 14, but already I knew
the importance of singing my song.
They paid me more -- a dollar or two --
that went toward our rent 'cause Dad was gone.

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Dillinger died -- and life went on.
Presses printed, trucks delivered,
papers abounded with each new dawn.

Newspapers reigned, then TV News came,
and now the computer competes.
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gone forever from corners and streets.