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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 I knew had sad and sullen gray faces |
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With distinct 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 siren song to tempt me to madness |
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I thought for a while that your poignant smile |
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Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me |
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Yes I was wrong, again I was wrong |
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Life is lonely again and only last year everything seemed so sure |
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Now life is awful again, a trough full of hearts could only be a bore |
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A week in Paris could 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 while yet you are still burning inside my brain |
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Romance is mush, stifling those who strive |
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So I'll live a lush life in some small dive and there I'll be |
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While I rot with the rest of those whose lives are lonely too |