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It's eight miles straight across
from Morocco to Gibraltar.
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Every night, we had one chance when
the Navy patrol boats were far enough apart
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for us to sneak our dinghies full of drugs
through the middle.
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And it weren't easy, our line of work.
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Cos you had to get up around five, have some
paella, if you're lucky, a bit of shrimp,
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then wait for night.
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We prayed for clouds
so they could give us that extra bit of cover.
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Even then, Sammy was the only one
that made the call.
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Sometimes we misjudged the timings
of the patrol boats.
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And as I wiped Moroccan kids'brains off me,
I questioned my morals.
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But with the amount of money at stake
and Sammy breathing down my neck,
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there was no time for regret.
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It ain't good news. We've lost a few of 'em.
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Oh, well, you live and learn.
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Unless you're a dead kid.
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It was Danny and Ronnie'sjob to get the puff
from the dealers,
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load up the boats with the barrels and make
sure the mules headed in the right direction.
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Unless it was Ramadan.
Fucking Holy Month costs us fortunes,
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because parents wouldn't let their kids go,
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even when we doubled their carry money.
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But we got round it. We went to the orphanages.
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Sammy was the eye in the sky
and everything went on his order.
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He was the only one
that could give the green light.
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Me and Charlie were on beach patrol.
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It was ourjob to make sure
the kids didn't run off with our drugs.
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They're thieving cunts, Moroccans,
it's in their blood.
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So we'd grab 'em out the dinghies, sling 'em in
the back of our van before they could run off,