dry cleaning ray,
at the end of the day,
always knows what to say,
always knows what to playit's the same old song
with the same old bitsthirty years without a hit.dry cleaning ray
says he's wasting away,
feeling red turn to grey,
watching overcoats fray.it's the same old thing
it's the same old shitthirty years without a hit.
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