When the taxis gather in mock solemnity.
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Funeral hearses court the death of virginity,
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Was it paradise lost or paradise found?
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Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?
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You had found true love, or so you believed
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And the wideboys tattooed your hearts upon their sleeves.
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So when you think it's time to go,
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when you think it's time to go,
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Don't be surprised, the heroes never show.
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And the patter merchants selling false impressions,
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Tipping eyes at the waitress with American expressions,
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Tie angels to the bar with sweet Martini's and their charms
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They're lying on every word and every arm
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They're turning down their noses to the best lines
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And the cheap wines.
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And the wideboys,
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They wear their lovebites for their crimes.
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So when you think it's time to go,
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When you think it's time to go,
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Don't be surprised, the heroes never show.
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Waterhole (Expresso Bongo)
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