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Oh, here it comes again that old ennui |
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I hope it won't stay long, well it's every man to his own thing |
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And every singer to his song, if you're feeling low |
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And all upset nothings going right |
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You just make a wish like in a fairy tale |
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And I'll bewitch you if it takes all night |
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There are many things that I could say |
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To try and comfort you, but I know the words you'd like to hear |
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Are simply I love you sometimes I'm up |
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Sometimes I'm down a topsy turvy life |
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But only searching for the truth |
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And I'll find it If it takes all night long, well I myself |
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May main concern is what I can afford |
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So if music be my mistress, then at least she's madame Claude D'accord |
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Ah, more champagne to lose this pain |
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Would be very nice, so I'll help myself to one more drink |
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And I'll find myself, if it takes all night long |