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I was devilishly happy |
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I had not a cent |
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A lover to poor to buy a ring |
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But I did get mine |
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Further down the line |
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Strung out and too tired for loving |
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So when they fired the canon |
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I knew it was my turn |
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But they only put a hole in the wall |
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If you ask me for the time |
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I'd say I don't know |
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This is nowhere and there's nowhere left to go |
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Oh nowhere and there's nowhere left to go |
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I was brutally dishonest |
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I was mercilessly fair |
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I was always trying to make things workout |
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You can't find a place to settle |
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By moving to and fro |
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This is nowhere and there's nowhere left to go |
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Oh nowhere and there's nowhere left to go |
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There were brief times |
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I could almost see you spending your life with me |
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Now they put us in parts |
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Made of flesh and bone |
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And they make us write our own eulogies |
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So I write about euphoria that I once did know |
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This is nowhere and there's nowhere left to go |
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And they lead you down the aisle |
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And they march you through the snow |
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This is nowhere and there's nowhere left to go |
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Oh nowhere and there's nowhere left to go |
