| I don’t expect my love affairs to last for long
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| Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
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| Being used to trouble I anticipate it But all the same I hate it, wouldn’t you?
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| So what happens now?
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| Another suitcase in another hall
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| So what happens now?
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| Take your picture off another wall
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| Where am I going to?
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| You’ll get by, you always have before
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| Where am I going to?
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| Time and time again I’ve said that I don’t care
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| That I’m immune to gloom, that I’m hard through and through
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| But every time it matters all my words desert me So anyone can hurt me, and they do Call in three months time and I’ll be fine, I know
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| Well maybe not that fine, but I’ll survive anyhow
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| I won’t recall the names and places of each sad occasion
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| But that’s no consolation here and now.
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| Don’t ask anymore. |