Susan's walking down Stamford HillnOn a stormy evening in NovembernShe's being followed by an unmarked Police carnnShe can hear the buzzing 2-way radio noisenOn the corner she stops to look aroundnYou can run Susan, but you won't run farnnShe needs to reach the Tube or find a cabnBefore it's too latenShe needs the 253 to be on timenAnd she'll escapennSusan's face is easily rememberednNo surgeons had the skill to hide her scarsnAnd every staring passerby could be plainclothesnnShe needs to reach the park - somewhere greennBefore they comenShe needs a hundred pounds, a cigarettenMaybe a gunnShe needs to reach the Tube or find a cabnBefore it's too latenShe needs the 253 to be on timenAnd she'll escape
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Chris T-T
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Lyrics by Chris T-T
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