When the horses come to drag me away
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I won't fuss and fight I won't plead or beg
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and wherever they dump me
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I'll lay my head
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I'll sleep it off, I'll sleep alone
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Until the longing burrows a hole
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Straight through my sternum
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To make its home
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I have this way of carrying on
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These fruitless passions fallen from the vine
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And the sweetest nectar
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Turns to bitter wine
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But still we drink we drip the bottle dry
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We smash it apart and lick the sides
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Recycled lovers
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Expiring the night
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So when the horses come I won't scream or cry
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I've been dying for them to take my life
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And I'll sing of a new birth
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A past unscratched
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So don't be sad, we should both rejoice
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To the sound of those hooves
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Down that dark highway in opposite directions
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Wherever they dump us we'll stay
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Recycled lovers gets so carried away
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Gets so carried away, so carried away
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Three Coins In The Fountain
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| Connie Francis |
