And lights hangs low
There is a private eye
In the centre of it all
Driving down Sunset Blvd
Looking, looking for the song
The Starman has gone
And the late great Leonard Cohen too
There are thieves in the temple
From thrones underground
And who really cares anymore
We all chase the wind
Give up your ghosts
Bring out your dead
The Church of Jesus Christ
And Latter-Day Saints
Bright young Americans
There is one on every corner
The holy books are open wide
Brother, the future is murder
Dead birds fall from the sky
Black jackals crawling
Give up your ghosts
Bring out your dead
The rainbow is empty And lights hangs low There is a private eye In the centre of it all Driving down Sunset Blvd Looking, looking for the song The Starman has gone And the late great Leonard Cohen too There are thieves in the temple From thrones underground And who really cares anymore We all chase the wind Give up your ghosts Bring out your dead The Church of Jesus Christ And Latter-Day Saints Bright young Americans There is one on every corner The holy books are open wide Brother, the future is murder Dead birds fall from the sky Black jackals crawling Give up your ghosts Bring out your dead Explain Request ×
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