| You may be a hater, you may be a lover
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| You can bet your life one destroys the other
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| I don’t know how it all began, which came first
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| The egg or the hen
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| The moon comes up and the sun goes down
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| This old world keeps spinning around
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| Just as sure as the day turns into the night
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| What you do in the dark will turn up in the light
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| Masked man ridin' out across the land
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| Spreading destruction and moving his hand
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| He carries a ray-gun, shoots from the hip
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| Got your past in his pocket, your future’s in his grip
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| You may be a hater, you may be a lover
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| You bet your life one destroys the other
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| I don’t know how it all began, which came first
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| The egg or the hen
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| Now, you bet your life without a doubt
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| Asking a masked man to leat you out
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| He’s got you so tight that you can’t even see
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| That ray-gun is pointed right at you and me
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| You won’t see it coming
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| You won’t feel the blow
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| You won’t get no warning
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| You won’t never know
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| You can’t start it sooner
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| And fix it up later
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| And you ain’t going to read about it in the newspaper
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| Rich or poor, mighty and meek
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| Don’t need no ticket, you’ve all got a seat
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| High up on the mountain, low down in the alley
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| We’ll all watch the world turn into death valley
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| You may be a hater, you may be a lover
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| You can bet your life one destroys the other |