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(The rainbow is empty)
(And the lights hang low)
(There is a private eye)
(In the centre of it all)
Driving down Sunset Boulevard
Looking, looking for the song
The Starman has gone
And lately Leonard Cohen, too
There are thieves in the temple
Pretenders from thrones underground
And who really cares anymore?
We all chase the wind
Give up your ghosts, give up your ghosts
Give up your ghosts, give up your ghosts
Give up your ghosts, give up your ghosts
The church of Jesus Christ
And latter-day saints
Bright, young americans
There is one, one on every corner
The holy books are open wide
But the future is murder
Dead birds fall from the sky
Black jackals crawling
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead...
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