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Speak out you got to speak out against the madness
I used to count lovers like railroad cars I counted them on my side Lately I don’t count on nothing I just let things slide
Everything comes and goes Pleasure moves on too early And trouble leaves too slow.
Still I sent up my prayer Wondering where it had to go With heaven full of astronauts And the Lord on death row.
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