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I hate to do this
But you're a pain in the neck
I thought you knew this
You're handing me a cancelled check
I heard you moaning
Your girlfriends think you're a saint
I give you a quarter
I'll keep my judgements to myself
I get caught up in the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don't wanna beg
It's crystal clear your time is nearly gone
Stumbling religion
Starting to get annoyed
You got momentum
Building up in a void
Stormy weather
The kids are makin a racket
You got some magic
Conjuring up phony mystique
I get caught up in the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don't wanna beg
It's crystal clear your time is nearly gone (x2)
...gone, gone, gone.
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