<May or may not be related to PG, but these are the lyrics to a 15 year old song about trafficking>

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The stranger comes to town and he is greeted like a prince

Society declares him wise and funny

Celebrities are only decorations in this place

What really matters here is old money

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His temporary lover has amber colored skin

In a lush apartment in the city center

Bankers like his company, they always let him in

There is no door to tell him, “Do Not Enter”

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They’re following a dream, following a dream, sleepwalking

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Our boy’s become a member of a most desired club

He has a fine address in the East 60’s

If hipness could be diagrammed then he would be the hub

And girls follow him around like sexy pixies

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There’s talk among the moneymen in Miami Beach

The train is leaving, you don’t want to miss it

Whatever it is he’s offering is there within your reach

So, here is the ring, why don’t you kiss it?

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They’re following a dream, following a dream, sleepwalking

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But there’s a country house a world away from here

Where accusations fill the room today

Something has gone missing and it’s absolutely clear

A servant left quite suddenly

He didn’t ask for money he

Just packed up and went quietly away

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Back inside the nouveau world the rich are sitting down

They realize it’s time for some assessments

Their charismatic friend is somehow nowhere to be found

Along with their good will and their investments

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Someone said they saw him on a plane to Salvador

Or maybe Moscow now the weather’s warming

The lure of easy money keeps him constantly employed

And it’s a social service he’s performing

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They’re following a dream, following a dream, sleepwalking

They’re following a dream, willingly it seems, sleepwalking