| I used to visit all the very gay places
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| Those come-what-may places
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| Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
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| To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails
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| The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
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| With distant gay traces that used to be there
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| You could see where they’d been washed away
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| By too many through the day, twelve o’clock tales
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| Then you came along with your siren song
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| To tempt me to madness
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| I thought for a while that your poignant smile
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| Was tinged with the sadness of a great love for me
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| Ah yes, I was wrong
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| Again, I was wrong
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| Life is lonely again
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| And only last year everything seemed so sure
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| Now life is awful again
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| A trough full of hearts could only be a bore
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| A week in Paris will ease the bite of it
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| All I care is to smile in spite of it
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| I’ll forget you, I will
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| While yet you are still burning inside my brain
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| Romance is a must stifling those who strive
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| I’ll live a lush life in some small dive
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| And there I’ll be, while I rot
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| With the rest of those whose lives are lonely too
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| Of those whose lives are lonely too |