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If i have the space of half a day, |
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I'm ashamed of half the things I say. |
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I'm ashamed to have turned out this way, |
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and i desire to make amends: |
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But it don't make no difference now, |
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and no one's listening anyhow, |
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and lists of sins and solemn vows |
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don't make you any friends. |
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There's an old trick played, |
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when the light and the wine conspire |
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to make me think I'm fine. |
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I'm not, but i have got half a mind |
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to maybe get there yet. |
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When the sky goes pink in Paris, France, |
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do you think of the girl who used to dance |
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when you'd frame her moving within your hands, |
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saying This I won't forget? |
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What happened to the man you were, |
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when you loved somebody before her? |
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Did he die? |
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Or does that man endure, somewhere far away? |
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Our lived come easy and our lives come hard. |
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We carry them like a pack of cards: |
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some we don't use but we don't discard, |
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but keep for a rainy day |