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Strange times in Casablanca
When people pull down their shades
And it's easy enough for us to look at each other
And wonder why we were to blame
Blame comes remorselessly transfixed
Like the sound of slamming doors
And doors have doors have doors have doors have doors
Like companions have pets
They sleep in each other's mattresses
Like maggots in despair
And bleed on each other's nests
And they make a mess of each other's snares
Strange times in Casablanca
Strange times

They make some striking couples
They make some frustrations of the call
And only those that are satisfied by friendship would
Would even pay attention to it all
It comes like mail or telegrams
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Too raw at best blam blam blam
Too raw at best, strange she fights

??? something in the wrong address
It may come expectant as a widow in heat
As a widow in the searing heat
And that contentment of depression
That delivers most of the time
But cannot help the styling in the horns

Of the servant of the name of gargoyle, liar
Broken prints, savage fingers
Undertaken catamaran
Broken fans, savage fingers
Undertaken catamaran

Strange times in Casablanca
We'll turned our back on it once before
And we hear across the waters
What the damage it will cause us once more
And you can smash once more
They can smash once more
They'll smash once, once more
I don't think anybody wants to smash anymore

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