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In broad daylight your clean cut town
Has turned into a hunting ground
Mama don′t need no crystal ball
To see the weight that's coming down, y′all
Twenty-five
Twenty-five
Twenty-five
Twenty-five hours a day
In the heart of night, it howls for more
Beasts that prowl to kill their thrall
Mama don't need to read the cards
To tell you times are getting hard
Twenty-five
Twenty-five
Twenty-five
Twenty-five hours a day
You've seen it before
It′s been done to you
In another life
It′s felt taboo
Mama calls it
Mama calls it
Mama calls it
Deja voodoo
When sweet turns to bitter and night befall
When wolves come scratching at your door
That's when Mama′s teacup prophesies
To tell you how it's gonna be
Twenty-five
Twenty-five
Twenty-five
Twenty-five hours a day
Tomorrow rips up your yesterday
While it stars in your old passion play
Mama can hear the spirits′ song
Singing in her head all night long
Twenty-five
Twenty-five
Twenty-five
Twenty-five hours a day
Twenty-five hours a day
You've seen it before
It′s been done to you
In another life
It's felt taboo
Mama calls it
Mama calls it
Mama calls it
Deja voodoo
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Writer(s): Barry A Hay, Erik Hazelfhof Roelfzema, George J Kooymans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
