| Wine, women, and song: I tried them all
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| It did not take me long to figure I’d unlocked the door to happiness
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| I figured wrong (with a capital R)
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| All the baggage I brought wouldn’t fit in a mid-size car
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| That’s why I’m walking on eggshells down the via dolorosa
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| (hasn't got me any closer so far)
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| Shacked up with a poet
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| No, it wasn’t my department
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| Now I study the poetry of the studio apartment
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| Changing the cat box, baking the bread
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| I should’ve been paying the bills instead of paying homage to an image
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| Drawn from somebody else’s head
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| Song, women, and wine:
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| You can’t fool all the people all the time
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| But if you’re trying, if you’re looking, if you’re lucky
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| You can always fool a few and feel fine
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| Is the line between shame and dread:
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| One grips the lungs, one brains the head
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| But either one can crush you
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| Anyone can crush you
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| Once I dated an actor, she was working on a play;
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| By opening night we had nothing left to say to each other
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| It hit the wall, it was not resilient
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| She said that she was hungrier than I was brilliant
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| And who the hell was I to disagree?
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| Didn’t you used to be someone who meant something to me?
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| Somebody who meant something to me?
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| Someone who meant something to me?
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| Wine, women, and song:
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| I tried them all it did not take me long
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| To figure I’d unlocked the door to happiness
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| I figured wrong |