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Are we still on the phone=20

With lady Anna Clarke and her trumpet solo?

Whose ghost sings for pay

In the blue billiard room of the Monterey

For room and for board

And the back door key is a 19th century civil war sword

Once owned by John Booth

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 And he misplaced his script when he caught his leather boot

 This could be the shining hour

Based on all this mad belief

In money oil and angel powder

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In the new age magazine=20

There=92s a hole in the wall

Behind the photograph of Al Capone

He=92s sittin=92 down at city hall

The police they peek through here

And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror

But it=92s all in good spirits

And if you close eyes you can=92t help, help but to hear =91em move

This could be the shining hour

Based on all this mad belief

In the money oil and angel powder

In the new age magazine

I propose a toast

To the memory of the horse who carried King Tut and his gold

Into the sun

He collapsed last summer from a heat stroke somewhere in the east=20

village, oh=20

And it kills me to think

That I=92m no longer living

Just looking for excuses to dink

So lift up your glass

And your Ouija board =91cause I=92m fading, fading, fading fast