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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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