| You only get a single chance
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| The rules are very plain
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| The truth is well concealed inside
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| The details of the game
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| You can see it coming
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| You can hear it from afar
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| It’s pale and it flickers
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| Like a faded movie star
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| And up there in the castle
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| They’re trying to make us scream
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| By sticking thumb tacks in her flesh
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| And cancelling the dream
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| Can you find the valium?
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| Can you bring it soon?
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| Lost Johnny’s out there
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| Baying at the Moon
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| The time has come for you to choose
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| You’d better get it right
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| Berlin girls with sharp white teeth
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| Are waiting in the night
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| But you oughta really get some
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| It surely can’t be hard
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| There’s always trouble waiting
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| When you leave your own back yard
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| And underneath the city
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| The alligators sing
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| About how the puppets cannot dance
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| Since someone cut the strings
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| Run and get the morphine
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| For God’s sake make it brief
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| Lost Johnny’s out there
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| Looking for relief
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| Now Simon looks so evil
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| And you know he really tries
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| But every time he makes a play
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| That vital number dies
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| And Sally buys her underwear
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| From a store where no-one goes
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| She makes it big in photographs
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| On the strength of what she shows
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| And here inside the waiting room
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| The radio still screams
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| And we’re all taking Tuenol
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| To murder our young dreams
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| Run and fetch your credit card
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| Try to make it quick
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| Lost Johnny’s out there
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| Trying to turn a trick |