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I used to visit all the very gay places,
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Those come with many places,
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Where one may relaxes 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 and solid gray faces,
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With distant gateways
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That used to be there you could see where they can
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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 with your silent soul to take me
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to madness,
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I thought for a while that your pointless smile was
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changed with the sadness of a great love for me.
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Oh yes I was wrong, again I was wrong.
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Life is lonely again and only last year everything seemed
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so sure,
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Now life is awful again,
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A trifle of hearts could only be awful
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A week in Paris will ease the bite of it,
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All I carry it to smile inspite of it,
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I'll forget you I will get you a still burning inside my brain.
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Romance is much stifling those who strive
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I'll live a lush life in some small town and there
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I'll be while I rot with the rest, of those whose lives
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are lonely too.
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Lush Life
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| Natalie Cole |
