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Sitting here in Avalon, looking at the pouring rain |
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Summertime has come and gone and everybody's home again |
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Closing down for the season, I found the last of the souvenirs |
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I can still taste the wedding cake and it's sweet after all these years |
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These are the last words I have to say |
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That's why this took so long to write |
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There will be other words some other day |
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But that's the story of my life |
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There's comfort in my coffee cup and apples in the early fall |
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They're pulling all the moorings up and gathering at the Legion Hall |
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They swept away all the streamers after the Labor Day parade |
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Nothing left for a dream now, only one final serenade |
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And these are the last words I have to say |
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Before another age goes by |
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With all those other songs I'll have to play |
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But that's the story of my life |
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And it's so clear standing here where I am |
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Ain't that what justice is for? |
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Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn anymore |
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Stack the chairs on the table tops |
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Hang the sheets on the chandeliers |
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It slows down but it never stops |
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Ain't it sweet after all these years |
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And these are the last words I have to say |
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It's always hard to say goodbye |
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But now it's time to put this book away |
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Ain't that the story of my life |
