(G.Kooymans/B.Hay/E.H.Roelfzema)
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In broad daylight, your clean cut town
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Has turned into a hunting ground
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And Mama don't need no crystal ball
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To see the weight, that's coming down
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25 hours a day, 25 hours a day
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In the heart of night, it howls for more
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The beast that prowls, the killing floor
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And Mama don't need to read the cards
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To tell you times are gettin' hard
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25 hours a day, 25 hours a day
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You've seen it before
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It's been done to you
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In another life, it spells taboo
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Mama calls it
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Mama calls it: Deja voodoo
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When sweet turns to bitter, and not before
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When wolves come scratchin', at your door
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That's when mama's tea cup prophecy
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Will tell you how it's gonna be
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25 hours a day, 25 hours a day
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Tomorrow rips up your yesterday
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While it stars in your old passion play
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And mama can hear the spirit's song
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Singing in her head all night long
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25 hours a day, 25 hours a day
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Deja Voodoo
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Golden Earring |