On a night like this
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You look up at your lover
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It's like you're in some old cartoon
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Then you detect
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The scent of faded roses
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Up in the sky
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There's that cruel countermoon
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Could that be murder you see in her eyes
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You try a long and desperate kiss
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You can't escape it
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That beam is sure to find you
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[Chorus:]
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On a night like this
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The story is told
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How the women get restless
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And the men grow cold
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Gotham shudders
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There's a chill in the air
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There's a countermoon
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Lovers all beware
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Hand in hand
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You walk along the river
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You stop to clutch and caress
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A countermoonbeam
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Comes sweeping off the water
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She says "You're not my Jackie.
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My Jackie was the best."
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Spitewaves are threatening
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The seaside hotels
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It's nasty weather for July
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Last night you loved her
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Tonight you wonder why
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[Chorus]
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At every pay phone
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There's somebody cryin'
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All the streets are slick with tears
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When you see that blue ray
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There's a heartquake on the way
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[Chorus]
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Countermoon
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| Donald Fagen |
