I used to visit all the very gay places
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Those come-what-may places
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Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
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To get the feel of life
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From jazz and cocktails
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The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
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With distingue traces
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That used to be there
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You could see where they'd been washed away
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By too many through the day
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Twelve o'clock tales
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Then you came along with your siren song
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To tempt me to madness
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I thought for awhile that your poignant smile
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Was tinged with the sadness
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Of a great love for me
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Ah yes, I was wrong
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Again, I was wrong
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Life is lonely again
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And only last year
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Everything seemed so sure
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Now life is awful again
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A trough full of hearts could only be a bore
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A week in Paris could ease the bite of it
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All I care is to smile in spite of it
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I'll forget you, I will
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While yet you are still
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Burning inside my brain
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Romance is mush
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Stifling those who strive
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So I'll live a lush life in some small dive
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And there I'll be, while I rot with the rest
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Of those whose lives are lonely too
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Lush Life
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| Ella Fitzgerald |
