| On a cool dark night someone’s coming down the street
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| With a smoking gun and a smile on his face
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| For all to see, the rest is history nut no one knows
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| What’s on his mind, except him and his monkey, come on
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| When the big man fell with a secret on his lips
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| So close, so close 'til the bullet gave his kiss
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| The world cried out loud, the rest is history and no one knows
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| What’s on his mind, except him and his monkey, come on
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| You’ve got a right to know, you’ve got a right to know
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| You’ve got a right to know, you’ve got a right to believe
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| That there’s something more to see
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| There’s a man at the desk who is talking real soft
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| To a half dozen guys but not a word is lost
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| The men depart they all know what to do
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| With a rifle aiming through a clearing in a bush
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| So close, so close, but no one thinks to look
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| You’ve got a right to know, you’ve got a right to know
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| You’ve got a right to know, you’ve got a right to believe
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| That there’s something more to see
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| Than a big bunch of flowers in a cemetery
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| So why hold out, come on and give your testimony
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| On a phone connection on the other side of town
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| Sits a man with a pencil who doesn’t make a sound
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| He nods his head, the rest is history but no one knows
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| What’s on his mind, except him and his monkey, come on, come on
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| When the big man fell with a secret on his lips
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| So close, so close 'til the bullet gave his kiss
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| You’ve got a right to know, you’ve got a right to know
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| You’ve got a right to know, you’ve got a right to believe
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| That there’s something more to see
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| Than a big bunch of flowers in a cemetery
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| So why hold out, come on and give your testimony
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| On a cool dark night someone’s coming down the street |