Say goodnight, your song is through
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Faint refrain we hardly knew
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Comes crashin' against the drunken waters of this wake when I hesitate
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Because all I can say is "too much, too little, too late"
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Farewell, you fool
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Spare me the punch line please, I learned it well at Sunday school
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Way back when all you loved was the grease paint, not the collection plate
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So much for the funny face
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Because all I can say is "too much, too little, too late"
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Remember when murder was only killing time
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And an axe to grind (to grind, it was) was a bitter gulp of strychnine?
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What happened to the musketeers of chesterfields?
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Tobacco swords behind smoky shields
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Say goodnight (goodnight)
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Old song (so long)
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You're through (set the needle back and hum a new tune)
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Faint refrain (refrain)
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Make room (so soon, so soon)
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For new (until the hook can pull the bridge into view)
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Spare me the vague, not-so-clever couplets
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The ones I would have loved when I was you
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'Cause now all I can say is "too much, too little ..."
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And all I can feel, feels like the heaviest weight
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'Cause all I can say is "too much, too little, too late"
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Too Much, Too Little, Too Late
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| Jellyfish |
