| Once I was happy in happy extremes
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| These bitter tokens are worthless to me
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| So you appear and say how I’ve grown
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| Fill me up with faces I’ve known
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| In this light they’re far from divine
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| I’ll save them up and spend them when I have time
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| The salted taste of all your tears and woes
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| Sent me in haste my melancholy rose
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| Those tasteless lips were closed
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| You watched me come, you’ll see me go
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| Once I was happy in happy extremes
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| Packing my bags for the path of the free
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| From pillar to post I am driven it seems
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| These bitter tokens are worthless to me
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| Just like June the curtains are closed
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| The ghost of shame he sits here and sighs
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| I’ll love the flames like I’ve loved the cold
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| I’ll learn to love the life of the «could I, could I, could I»
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| So I don’t cross my fingers any more
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| You looked for rags and found them at your door
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| How could you ask for more
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| Than everything you’ve heard before?
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| Once I was happy in happy extremes
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| Packing my bags for the path of the free
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| From pillar to post I am driven it seems
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| These bitter tokens are worthless to me
|
| Once I was happy in happy extremes
|
| Packing my bags for the path of the free
|
| From pillar to post I am driven it seems
|
| These bitter tokens are worthless to me
|
| Once I was happy in happy extremes
|
| Packing my bags for the path of the free
|
| From pillar to post I am driven it seems
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| These bitter tokens are worthless to me |