| When you’re down to the last skin
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| And the limelight splutters to darkness in the death of a Zippo.
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| At the backstage door the last fan has long disappeared
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| With a plastic bag stuffed full of memories.
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| If only you’d signed them, if only to testify, if only to recognise that he existed.
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| That for a moment he stood there.
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| Side by side in the gutter on the hard cold shoulder of destiny.
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| You say never again this is the end and it’s all gonna change you’re determined
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| this time.
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| Year after year you pretend it’s for real and it’s all gonna change you’re
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| determined this time.
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| Well happy birthday to me!
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| When you’re the worm in the bottle.
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| You’re the last one to leave and there’s nowhere to go to.
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| And the minicab driver politely suggests you go home.
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| If you could only remember, just where that’s at,
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| Just where you been, just where it went wrong.
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| You’ll eventually find it.
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| You say never again this is the end and it’s all gonna change you’re determined
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| this time.
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| Year after year you pretend it’s for real and it’s all gonna change you’re
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| determined this time.
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| Well happy birthday to me!
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| When you’re down to the end line and they’re writing you up and writing you off
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| and it feels just like an obituary.
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| You feel it’s all over. |
| You want to drive on down to the beach
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| And just keep on swimming. |
| But you’re still treading water.
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| You say never again this is the end and it’s all gonna change you’re determined
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| this time.
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| Year after year you pretend it’s for real and it’s all gonna change you’re
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| determined this time.
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| Well happy birthday to me!
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| Happy Birthday! |