The MatchmanAin't no kind of magic
Look up to the skies
And read the sign that's rising
Right before your very eyes
It isn't some starry cipher
And it isn't secret code
It's a voice like any other
And we are its abode
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Capricorn is rising
Through the dust of our decay
If it weren't for our vigilance
It would all be swept away
It could be a premonition
Of the gun that's jumping us
We could all be queen tomorrow
Or run over by a bus
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