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It didn't feel like SundayDidn't feel like JuneWhen he met his silent partner in that lonely corner roomThat over looked the marqueeOf the Plaza all-adultAnd he was not lookin' for romance -- just someone he could trustChorusAnd it wasn't no way to carry onIt wasn't no way to liveBut he could put up with it for a little whileHe was workin' on something bigSpeedball rang the night clerkSaid, "Send me up a drink"The night clerk said, "It's Sunday man, ...wait a minute let me thinkThere's a little place outside of town that mightStill have some wine"Speedball said, "Forget it, can I have an outside line"(Repeat Chorus)It was Monday when the daymaidsFound the still made bedAll except the pillows that lay stackedUp at the headAnd one said, "I know I've seen his faceI wonder who he is?"The other said, "Probably just another clownWorkin' on something big"
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