I've had my fill of ugly words
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I've had my fill of lies
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When the only truth or beauty now
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Is deep within your thighs
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The roses are in bloom my dear
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I haven't any fear
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That you'll love me
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Like you did last year
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Look at me
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Do you see
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A man against the world
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But don't look at me
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And see an unhappy man
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With some powder and some paint
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And the patience of a saint
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I'm still here
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My life's not over yet
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I'm not up there on the shelf
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I've found someone to love
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Apart from just myself
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I've had my fill of bitterness
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I've had my fill of dirt
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I've had enough of emptiness
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I've had enough of hurt
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I think we'll get the last laugh
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If we don't break down and cry
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And find the joke's
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On you and I
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Look at us
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Do you see us in a burlesque show
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Look at us are we in vaudeville
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We've tasted every thrill
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Every powder every pill
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And we're still here
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I've had enough of broken cups
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I've had enough of scenes
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Of other people's laughter
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When we go through our routines
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The lilies aren't in season
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So I've no reason to fear
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That you'll love me like you
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Did last year
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That you'll love me like you
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Did last year
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That you'll love me like you
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Did last year
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Vaudeville And Burlesque
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| Marc Almond |
