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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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