The lights are bright
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Pianos making music all the night
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They pour champagne
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Just like it's rain
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It's a sight to see
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But I wonder what became of me
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Crowds go by
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They're merry making laughter in their eyes
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And the laughter's fine
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But I wonder what became of mine
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Life's sweet as honey, but still it's funny
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I get this feeling that I can't analyze
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It's like well maybe
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When like the baby
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Sees the bubble burst before it's eye
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I've had my thrills
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They've lit my cigarettes with dollar bills
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But I can't be gay
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For along the way something went astray
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And I can't explain
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It's the same champagne
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It's a sight to see
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But I wonder what became of me
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(Make it one for my baby.. and one more for the road...)
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I Wonder What Became of Me
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| Rufus Wainwright |
