I used to visit the very gay places
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those come what may places
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where one relaxes on the axis
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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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All the men I knew had sad and
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sullen gray faces
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with distingue traces
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that used to be there
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you could see where
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they'd been washed away
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by too many through the day
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twelve o'clock tales
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Then you came along with your
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siren song
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to tempt me to madness
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I knew all the while
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that your poignant smile
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was tinged with the sadness of a
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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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Now life is lonely again
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and only last year everything
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seemed so sure
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now life is awful again
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a troughful of hearts would only
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be a bore
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a week in Paris will ease the bite
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of it
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but all I really care
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is to smile in spite of it
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I'll forget you
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I will and yet you are still
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burning inside my brain
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Romance is mush, stifling those
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who strive
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I'll live a lush life in some
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small dive
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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 whose lives are
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lonely too
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LUSH LIFE
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| Donna Summer |
