| 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 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 got nicotine stains in his eyes
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| He got nothing to protect but his pride
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| Oh! |
| smother ihe kiss or be drownded in blissful contusion
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| See it tumbling down, tumbling down
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| Juvenile tale, (see ihe titanic sail into brighton)
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| The hemingway stacatto, the tragic bravado can frighten!
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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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| (reirain) oh! |
| dear, look what they’ve done to the blues, blues, blues |