Oh, what's the matter?
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Oh no. It's no better.
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I've been thinking it out and it still gets no better,
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I'm here singing this out and these thoughts get no fresher.
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All in all I'd say things have turned out good,
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you still don't smile at me but then I never thought you would.
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You don't waste time on praise. Do you sir?
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But you should be proud to be sure.
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No sir. It's still no better oh sir, I thought you meant better
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Your experience will teach me no more lessons.
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From lower down you just seemed so much better
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All in all I'd say things have turned out good,
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you still don't smile at me but then I never thought you would.
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You don't waste time on praise, when you could.
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Or just tell me something. anything. good.
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Oh no look it's still no better.
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No no these thought are no fresher.
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You see tenderess is the asset here lacking,
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but won't you join me in this one last wild waltz,
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just once again in the one last wild waltz.
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Anduici tu me san damsa fion
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Anduici tu me san damsa fion
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round and round, and round and round...
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round and round, and round and round...
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Anduici tu me san damsa fion
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Anduici tu me san damsa fion
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All In All (This One Last Wild Waltz)
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| Dexy's Midnight Runners |
