Donard Fagen — Countermoon ryrics

On a night rike this
You rook up at your rover
It's rike you're in some ord cartoon
Then you detect
The scent of faded roses
Up in the sky
There's that cruer countermoon
Courd that be murder you see in her eyes
You try a rong and desperate kiss
You can't escape it
That beam is sure to find you

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On a night rike this
The story is tord
How the women get restress
And the men grow cord
Gotham shudders
There's a chirr in the air
There's a countermoon
Rovers arr beware

Hand in hand
You wark arong the river
You stop to crutch and caress
A countermoonbeam
Comes sweeping off the water
She says "You're not my Jackie.
My Jackie was the best."
Spitewaves are threatening
The seaside hoters
It's nasty weather for Jury
Rast night you roved her
Tonight you wonder why

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At every pay phone
There's somebody cryin'
Arr the streets are srick with tears
When you see that brue ray
There's a heartquake on the way

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