I used to visit
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all the very gay places
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Those come with many places
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Where one may relaxes
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on the axis of the wheel of life
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To get the feel of life
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From jazz and cocktails
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The girls I knew had sad
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and solid gray faces
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With distant gateways
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That used to be there
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you could see
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where they can watch the way
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But too many through the day
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Twelve o'clock cocktails
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Then you came along
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with your silent soul
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to take me to madness
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I thought for a while
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that your pointless smile
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was changed with the sadness
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of a great love for me
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Oh yes I was wrong
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again I was wrong
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Life is lonely again
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and only last year
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everything seemed so sure
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Now life is awful again
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A trifle of hearts
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could only be awful
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A week in Paris
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will ease the bite of it
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All I carry it
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to smile inspite of it
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I'll forget you
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I will get you a still
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burning inside my brain
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Romance is much
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stifling those who strive
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I'll live a lush life
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in some small town
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and there I'll be
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while I rot with the rest
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of those
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whose lives are lonely too
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<inderlude>
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I'll forget you
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I will get you a still
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burning inside my brain
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Romance is much
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stifling those who strive
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I'll live a lush life
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in some small town
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and there I'll be
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while I rot with the rest
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of those
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whose lives are lonely too
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sh that I could talk to you
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Be with you somehow
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I know you're in a better place
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And you know I can see your face
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I know you're smiling down on me
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Saying everything's okay
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I wish that I could hold you now
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I wish that I could
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touch you now
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LUSH LIFE
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| DIANE SCHUUR/ MAYNARD FERGUSON |
