| Nighttime’s the right time to pull all the dimes from your pocket
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| Nighttime’s the right time to climb on the rocket
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| Nighttime’s the right time to pull your shoulder out of its socket
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| Nighttime’s the right time to learn a new language
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| Cosmonauts flying, cosmonauts dying
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| You picked a fine time to tell me it was time to find me a new wife
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| You picked a fine way to tell me that today would be the last day
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| When is the first day you’ll repay the money that you owe me?
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| A sisterly severance, a cutting of cookies, adios fraternos
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| When will she run to me?
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| When will she come to me?
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| O buenos dias
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| O buenas noches
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| No mercy you have shown me
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| How could a woman with so much to live for have so many children?
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| When time came to call names she bolted and left me an unlabelled burden
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| I’m bound to my time like cukes to a new brine, or brawn to an old one
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| Besides I have no time to explain how I have been feeling
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| Cosmonauts flying, cosmonauts dying
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| Astronauts starving, astronauts leaving
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| No more hospitality, no more hospitals at all |
| When was the first time you realized the next time would be the last time? |