The woman with no nose, I know where she goes. The old guy with the gold eye, we go back, he and I. Don't smile. We don't do that here, baby. Love in the shadows was never hard to find, but sometimes the moonglow plays tricks on your mind. Love in the shadows is the only kind. The whispers you hear are not sweet nothings. Let's have one more beer and I'll tell you something. Don't laugh. I think you're beautiful.
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