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Rufus Wainwright-Sanssouci |
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Album:Release The Stars |
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Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
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The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, |
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and then my eyesight |
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All together, playing games of cards |
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Gambling the tiny shards of brass, once my heart |
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Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
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I\'m lookin\' through the window from the garden |
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Waitin\' for the call to my hotel room |
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I\'m tired of writing elegies to boredom |
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I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight |
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Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
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Surely not the one that loves me truly, only |
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He\'s probably down at the stables, there |
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Gently polishing my cabriolet, only |
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I don\'t care, I really want to go |
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So I\'m opening the door wide to the ballroom |
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Callin\' up some dude from my hotel room |
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I\'m tired of writing elegies in general |
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I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight |
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Tonight, tonight... |
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Rufus Wainwright-Sanssouci |
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The candles seem to all have been blown out |
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Cupid\'s wings have cobweb rings and no one\'s about |
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Could it be I came to the wrong place? |
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But I swear I saw them climb the stairs, that sweet mystery |
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Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
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It\'s only when you\'re outside that you notice |
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Only from the window you can see them |
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Once the door is open, all will vanish |
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Ain\'t nobody at Sanssouci tonight |
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Tonight, tonight |
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Album:Release The Stars |
