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Say goodnight, your song is through |
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Faint refrain we hardly knew |
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Comes crashin' against the drunken waters of this wake when |
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I hesitate |
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Because all |
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I can say is "too much, too little, too late" |
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Farewell, you fool |
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Spare me the punch line please, |
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I learned it well at |
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Sunday school |
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Way back when all you loved was the grease paint, not the collection plate |
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So much for the funny face |
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Because all |
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I can say is "too much, too little, too late" |
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Remember when murder was only killing time |
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And an axe to grind (to grind, it was) was a bitter gulp of strychnine? |
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What happened to the musketeers of chesterfields? |
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Tobacco swords behind smoky shields |
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Say goodnight (goodnight) |
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Old song (so long) |
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You're through (set the needle back and hum a new tune) |
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Faint refrain (refrain) |
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Make room (so soon, so soon) |
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For new (until the hook can pull the bridge into view) |
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Spare me the vague, not-so-clever couplets |
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The ones I would have loved when |
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I was you ' |
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Cause now all |
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I can say is "too much, too little ..." |
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And all I can feel, feels like the heaviest weight ' |
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Cause all |
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I can say is "too much, too little, too late" |
