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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 from jazz and cocktails |
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The girls |
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I knew had sad and sullen gray faces |
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With distant gay traces, that used to be there |
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You could see where they'd been washed away |
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By too many through the day, twelve o'clock tales |
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Then you came along with your |
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Siren song to tempt me to madness |
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I thought for awhile that your poignant smile |
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Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me |
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Ah yes, I was wrong, again, |
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I was wrong |
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Life is lonely again and only last year |
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Everything seemed so sure, now life is awful again |
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A trough full of hearts could only be a bore |
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A week in |
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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, |
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I will, while yet you are still |
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Burning inside my brain |
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Romance is mush, stifling those who strive |
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I'll live a lush life in some small dive |
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And there |
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I'll be, while |
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I rot with the rest |
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Of those whose lives are lonely too |
