| I’ve had my fill of lies
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| When the only truth or beauty now
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| Is deep within your thighs
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| The roses are in bloom my dear
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| I haven’t any fear
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| That you’ll love me
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| Like you did last year
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| Look at me
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| Do you see
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| A man against the world
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| But don’t look at me
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| And see an unhappy man
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| With some powder and some paint
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| And the patience of a saint
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| I’m still here
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| My life’s not over yet
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| I’m not up there on the shelf
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| I’ve found someone to love
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| Apart from just myself
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| I’ve had my fill of bitterness
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| I’ve had my fill of dirt
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| I’ve had enough of emptiness
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| I’ve had enough of hurt
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| I think we’ll get the last laugh
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| If we don’t break down and cry
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| And find the joke’s
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| On you and I
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| Look at us
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| Do you see us in a burlesque show
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| Look at us are we in vaudeville
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| We’ve tasted every thrill
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| Every powder every pill
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| And we’re still here
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| I’ve had enough of broken cups
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| I’ve had enough of scenes
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| Of other people’s laughter
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| When we go through our routines
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| The lilies aren’t in season
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| So I’ve no reason to fear
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| That you’ll love me like you
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| Did last year
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| That you’ll love me like you
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| Did last year
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| That you’ll love me like you
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| Did last year |