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I used to visit all the very gay places |
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those come what may places |
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where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life |
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to get the feel of life |
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from jazz and cocktails |
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the girls i knew had sad and sullen gray faces |
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with distant gay traces |
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that used to be there you could see where |
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they`d been washed away |
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by too many through the day |
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twelve o`clocktails |
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then you came along with your siren`s song |
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to tempt me to madness |
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i thought for a while that your pointed smile |
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was tinged with the sadness |
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of a great love for me |
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ah yes i was wrong |
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again i was wrong |
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life is lonely again |
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and only last year |
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everything seemed so assured |
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now life is awful again |
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and the thoughtful of heart |
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could only be a bore |
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a week in paris will ease the bite of it |
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all i care is to smile in spite of it |
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i`ll forget you i will |
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and yet you are still |
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burning inside my brain |
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romance is mush |
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stifling those who strive |
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i`ll live a lush |
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life in some small dive |
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and there i`ll be |
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while i rot with the rest |
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of those whose lives are lonely too |
