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Three steel arms wait beyond the strip of yellow. I smooth the card against my thumb. The light changes colour. For a second I lean too hard. Then the bar moves where I push. My coat clears without catching. Behind me, bags brush close. I step aside before the woman asks. She keeps the same pace. My hands hang free. The platform opens on my left. Nothing there asks me to fight.
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Turnstile Teeth Out of the lift With my card in my hand Three steel arms By a yellow strip of paint I lay the card flat The little light goes green Put my hip to the bar Get my coat out clean One push and I'm through Coat and all, I'm through One push and I'm through Coat and all, I'm through Turnstile teeth Turn behind my coat I tuck the loose belt in And let my shoulders go A woman with two bags Comes up close behind I move out of her way She never breaks her stride I was set for a fight With a thing made of steel Now my card's in my pocket And my hands hang loose One push and I'm through Coat and all, I'm through One push and I'm through Coat and all, I'm through Platform on the left I can see it from here
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