| On the road again in cabaret
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| Grey hair and Fenders
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| Old ghosts revisited today
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| No original members
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| Pick out a pretty one and toss your hair
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| Seems foolish when you’re older
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| You always felt you never had your share
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| A chip on both your shoulders
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| You’ve been faking it so long
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| Now you don’t know right from wrong
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| Or what the future has in store for you
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| In the terminal of tribute to Every day you take the bitter pill
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| The minibus driver says and you are who
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| You never made it and you never will
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| In the terminal of tribute to Where your plans are forever falling through
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| And your dreams are movies never shot
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| And you’re someone, a shadow passing through
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| Nobody ever knew, so nobody forgot
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| Your bag has fallen from the carousel
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| They say one day it could come back to you
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| Exactly when nobody can tell
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| In the terminal of tribute to You’ve been faking it so long
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| Now you don’t know right from wrong
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| Or what the future has in store for you
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| In the terminal of tribute to You’ve been faking it so long
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| Now you don’t know right from wrong
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| Or what the future has in store for you
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| In the terminal of tribute to |