So I walk a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast,
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And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do
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At the end of a love affair?
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So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much,
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And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd,
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So that people are apt to stare.
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Do they know, do they care, that it's only
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That I'm lonely, and low as can be?
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And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all.
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So I smoke a little too much, and I joke a little too much,
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And the tunes I request are not always the best,
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But the ones where the trumpets blare.
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So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it's taking his place,
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But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?
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The End Of A Love Affair
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| Nat King Cole |
