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It's a Raymond Chandler evening
At the end of someone's day
And I'm standing in my pocket
And I'm slowly turning gray
I remember what I told you
But I can't remember why
And the yellow leaves are falling
In a spiral from the sky
There's a body on the railings
That I can't identify
And I'd like to reassure you, but
I'm not that kind of guy
It's a Raymond Chandler evening
And the pavements are all wet
And I'm looking in the shadows
'Cause it hasn't happened yet
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