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The night I was born I swear the moon turned a fire red Well my poor mother cried out „lord, the gypsy was right!“
You’re just like crosstown traffic So hard to get through to you
„There must be some way out of here“ said the joker to the thief „There’s too much confusion“, I can’t get no relief
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