| So long, sentimental lady
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| Is there something that
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| You’re trying to say to me?
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| Cinderella complicated
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| It ain’t how you thought
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| That it would be
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| So if I die before I wake
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| It must have been a bad mistake
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| Depending on the pills you take
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| Can complicate and devastate
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| Now estimate! |
| Your time on earth;
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| Do you recall your place of birth?
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| And can you tell what it’s all worth
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| And are you really satisfied?
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| Paint me a picture of a baby
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| (I want to see how lonesome I can be)
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| I don’t want no one to save me
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| And I’m not going to leave here silently
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| Now what I have and what I’ve lost and
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| Every coin I’ve fountain tossed;
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| Like every line I thought I crossed
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| Just cut me when the winter frost
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| I paid the cost; |
| your rebel dreams
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| Suitcases and magazines
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| And I know I ain’t alone
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| If I make it to the city
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| Won’t you do your best and honey pray for me?
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| They say that all the girls are pretty
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| They say that they don’t dance for free
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| But forks and knives and rusted spoons
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| Bottomless in basement rooms
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| Your worn-out brides and reckless grooms
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| Are building tombs with pink balloons
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| Then darkness looms an airless night;
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| Just a matchbook and some dynamite
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| And it won’t matter who’s wrong or right
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| Cause they’re too tired to care
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| I can’t help it but to ramble
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| I don’t ever stay too long
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| Daddy warned you not to gamble
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| He said: 'just pass your chips along'
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| Nursery rhymes and valentines
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| 'Blessed Be The Tie That Binds'
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| A thousand mouths can speak one mind
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| (while love is still left undefined)
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| And undermined, misunderstood;
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| She hides beneath her happy hood
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| Saying: 'what is God?' |
| and 'What is Good'
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| And 'Why am I still here?' |