Are we still on the phone
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With the lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo
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Whose ghost sings for pay
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In the blue billiard room of the Monterey
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For room and for board
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And the backdoor key is a 19th century civil war sword
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Once owned by John Booth
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Who misplaced his script wen he caught his leather boot
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This could be the shining hour
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Based on all those mad beliefs
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In the money oil and angel powder
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In the new age magazine
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There's a hole in the wall
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Behind the photograph of Al Capone he's a sittin' down at city hall
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The police they peek thru here
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And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror
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But it's all in good spirits
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And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move
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This could be the shining hour
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Based on all those mad beliefs
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In the money oil and angel powder
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In the new age magazine
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I propose a toast
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To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold
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Into the sun
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He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the East Village oh
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It kills me to think
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That I'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink
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So lift up your glass
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And you Ouija board 'cause I'm fading fading fading fast
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This could be the shining hour
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Based on all those mad beliefs
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In the money oil and angel powder
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In the new age magazine
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THE SHINING HOUR
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| Grant Lee Buffalo |
