| Listen mister I won’t waste your time
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| I hope all the mistakes you made were a lot like mine
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| Lovin' girls too much sometimes they made you cry
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| Maybe we’ve got more livin' to do with a lot less pain
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| Here, let’s drink to you
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| These are the words I knew would break the ice
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| I held my hand out and he shook it twice
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| It seemed to me like I’d been here before
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| Deja vu, familiar voice
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| And the salute of my choice
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| Salute gentlemen of days gone by
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| Ladies of leisure and of flashing eye
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| May some romantic fool turn on your light
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| As for me I’m in between
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| All that I can do is dream
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| You got a lot more livin' to do
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| And a lot more lovin' too
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| When you make it through the night with no end in sight
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| And the dawn peeks through
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| You got a lot more livin' to do
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| Salute nightingales upon the tide
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| Brothers of the cloth tonight who must be tried
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| May all of your martinis be forever dry
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| As for me I’m in between
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| All that I can do is dream
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| You got a lot more livin' to do
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| And a lot more lovin' too
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| When you make it through the night with no end in sight
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| And the dawn peeks through
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| You got a lot more livin' to do
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| And a lot more lovin' too
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| You got a lot more livin' to do
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| And a lot more lovin' too |