| No one waits behind his door
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| Just the morning papers
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| And that coffee cup of hers
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| She was warm like a woman is
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| But when there’s nothing left to give
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| You lose your sense of humour
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| No one waits behind her door
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| Just the worn out dresses
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| And that coffee cup of his
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| He was warm like a man can be
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| But when there’s nothing left to give
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| You lose your sense of humour
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| The carnival gives way, and the Ferris-wheel stops
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| And the clowns, they’re not laughing anymore
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| The clowns, they’re not laughing anymore
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| The circus left town yesterday
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| Left me walking the hot wire
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| We were but touch away
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| Girl we couldn’t get much higher
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| When there’s nothing left to give
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| You lose your sense of humour
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| The carnival gives way, and the Ferris-wheel stops
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| And the clowns, they’re not laughing anymore
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| The clowns, they’re not laughing anymore
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| No one waits behind the door
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| There’s a thousand reasons why
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| Had this feeling once before
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| ‘Cause when you got nothing left to give
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| No feelings left to keep we’ll hear it
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| When there’s nothing left to give
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| You lose your sense of humour
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| Nothing left to give
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| Nothing left to give
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| Nothing left to give
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| When there’s nothing left to give
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| You lose your sense of humour |