dry cleaning ray,
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at the end of the day,
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always knows what to say,
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always knows what to play
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it's the same old song
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with the same old bits
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thirty years without a hit.
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dry cleaning ray
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says he's wasting away,
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feeling red turn to grey,
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watching overcoats fray.
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it's the same old thing
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it's the same old shit
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thirty years without a hit.
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Dry Cleaning Ray
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| No-Man |
