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Holy rollers, yeah, black-paint girlsWild-eyed servants, wine-stained pearlsNothing synthetic, only pureDoctor, that's doctor's ordersGot you dying from the cureTo leave the sun and follow the moonRock'n'roll has made a mess of youIf you're gonna make an accusationYou better point your fingers soonYeah, for who? Damn itSee the sinners shine babyOtherworldly glowSaid the clock is tick-tick-tickingSlow is the flowThe miracle of madnessSweet undertowAt one with sadnessYeah, as the story goes, and it goes, and it goesTo leave the sun and follow the moonRock'n'roll has made a mess of youIf you're gonna make an accusationI tell you better point your fingers soonTo leave the sun and follow the moonRock'n'roll has made a mess of youIf you're gonna make an accusationYou better point your fingers soonIf you're gonna make your accusationYou better make it, you better make it, you bettermake it stick, stick
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