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I don't want to ride the milk train anymore |
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I'll go to bed at nine and awaken with the dawn |
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And lunch at half past noon, dinner prompt at five |
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The comfort of a few old friends long past their prime |
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Pass the tea and sympathy for the good old days long gone |
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We'll drink a toast to those who most believe in what they've won |
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It's a long, long time 'til morning plays wasted on the dawn |
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And I'll not write another line, for my true love is gone |
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When the guests have gone, |
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I'll tidy up the rooms |
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I'll turn the covers down and gazing at the moon |
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I'll pray to go quite mad and live in long ago |
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When you and |
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I were one, so very long ago |
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Pass the tea and sympathy for the good old days long gone |
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Let's drink a toast to those who most believe in what they've won |
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It's a long, long time 'til morning plays wasted on the dawn |
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I'll not write another line, for my true love is gone |
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When I have no dreams to give you anymore |
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I'll light a blazing fire and wait within the door |
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And throw my life away, "I wonder why?" they all will say |
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And now I lay me down to sleep, forever and a day |
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Pass the tea and sympathy, for the good old days are dead |
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Let's drink a toast to those who best survived the life they've led |
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It's a long, long time 'til morning, so build your fires high |
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Now I lay me down to sleep, forever by your side |
