| A hundred nights of fun and games
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| A thousand empty glasses
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| I feel it change
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| And stay the same
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| As each day passes
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| They invite me to their gatherings
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| In the finer parts of town
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| They seem attracted to my indifference
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| The irony just knocks me out
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| And I love them as if I love them
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| And they reciprocate with «help»
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| But I look up at these mirrors sometimes
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| And I can’t see myself
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| They say that some are born to burn
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| And some are born to give
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| They say that people live and learn
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| Some people only live and live
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| You don’t know that I come here
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| But if you did, you would know why
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| So we close our eyes
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| You didn’t notice me
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| As I passed you on the stairs
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| How could you ever guess
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| Looking at my face
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| How closely I share your taste
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| How well I know your place
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| Even the clothes you wear
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| I’ve seen them when you’re not there
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| You say that you can win win win
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| If you know how to play the game
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| But while you’re out there playing you see
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| There’s something you should know
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| She spends your money
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| She spends your money on me |