Gee, but it's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures
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Me, I regard it a tortuous hardship that smoulders
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like a peppermint eaten away
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(will I fight, will I swagger or sway?)
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Hee, hee, M'Lady, she cries like a baby to scold us
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see her tumbling down, tumbling down
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Hail! to the monkey; we're having a funky reunion
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Wasted and sunk, he can only have Sunday communion
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he's got nicotine stains in his eyes
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he's got nothing to protect but his pride
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Oh! smother a kiss or be drownded in blissful confusion
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see it tumbling down, tumbling down
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Juvenile tales, (see the Titanic sail into brightness)
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The Hemingway stacatto, the tragic bravado can frighten us!
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to be here, there and everywhere's fine
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but do you have to be so swift all the time?
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Deliver the Dawn to the Moulin-Rouge on the Horizon
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watch it tumbling down, tumbling down
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(Refrain) Oh! dear, look what they've done to the blues, blues, blues
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TUMBLING DOWN
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Steve Harley |