| La, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la, la
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| La, la, la, la, la
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| You’re headed for heaven
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| The sweet old hereafter
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| And I’ve got one foot in the door
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| But before I can fly up
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| I’ve loose ends to tie up
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| Right here, in the old therebefore
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| And I’ll be along
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| When I’ve finished my song
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| When I’ve shut down the band
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| When I’ve played out my hand
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| When I’ve paid all my debts
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| When I have no regrets
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| Right hre, in the old therbefore
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| When nothing is left anymore
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| And I’ll catch you up
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| When I’ve emptied my cup
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| When I’ve worn out my friends
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| When I’ve burned out both ends
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| When I’ve cried all my tears
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| When I’ve conquered my fears
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| Right here, in the old therebefore
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| When nothing is left anymore
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| And I’ll bring the news
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| When I’ve danced off my shoes
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| When my body’s closed down
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| When my boat’s run aground
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| When I’ve tallied the score
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| And I’m flat on the floor
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| Right here, in the old therebefore
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| When nothing is left anymore (Oooh)
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| When I’m pure like a dove
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| When I’ve learned how to love
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| Right here, in the old therebefore
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| When nothing is left anymore |