No-man
Dry Cleaning Ray
Dry cleaning ray,At the end of the day,Always knows what to say,Always knows what to playIt's the same old songWith the same old bitsThirty years without a hit.Dry cleaning raySays he's wasting away,Feeling red turn to gray,Watching overcoats fray.It's the same old thingIt's the same old shitThirty years without a hit.
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