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There was five men playing poker, on the Heysham train Fate was dealing them a cruel hand; Hugh Callaghan was walking home, through the evening rain Not knowing what lay in store for him. You'll find traces of nitro on cigarettes and matches, On formica tabletops and on decks of playin' cards; When forensic found traces on the hands of these six men The police drove up from Birmingham, They were hoping the case was closed. Have you ever seen the mugshots that were taken After forty eight hours in custody? Battered and bruised, haunted looks upon their faces The judge accepted they confessed willingly - Please take another look at what

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