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Moonlight in my Martini

I’ve been fighting in the war

Like some beleaguered soldier

Don’t know what he’s fighting for

Excuse my righteous indignation

Served the system with the best

Screamed blue murder down some dappled sunlight hillside

This golden medal

Tarnished on my chest

And the phone won’t ring I’m sure

And the cat scratch at the door

Without you I’m poor

I don’t get out much anymore

And then the devil came to paradise

Where he always did his worst

And now my luck is changing

It’s gone from bad to cursed

And the phone won’t ring I’m sure

And the cat scratch at the door

Without you I’m poor

I don’t get out much anymore

I don’t get out much anymore

And the phone won’t ring I’m sure

And the cat scratch at the door

Without you I’m poor

I don’t get out much anymore

I don’t get out much anymore

I don’t get out much anymore

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