| What do you do when the people go home
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| And what do you do when the show is all done
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| I know what I’ll do in the alone of my time
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| But what will I do with the leftover wine
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| A line from a poem of my childhood has said
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| That visions of sugarplums were gonna dance in my head
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| I’ll spend my whole life making the time rhyme
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| But I’ll still have a bowl of leftover wine
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| I’ll spend my whole life making the time rhyme
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| And then I’ll sing them a song of mine
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| You know I’m gonna do anything
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| Just to take up time
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| Cause I can’t find a taker for the leftover wine
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| (and) what do you do when the people go home
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| And what do you do when the show is all done
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| I know what I’ll do in the alone of my time
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| But what will I do with the leftover wine
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| I’m gonna spend my whole life making the time rhyme
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| And then I’m gonna run to the people
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| And I’ll sing them a song of mine
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| You know I’m gonna do anything
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| Just to take up time
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| Cause I can’t find a taker for the leftover wine
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| I’ll drink some of yours
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| If you’ll drink all of mine
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| Because I can’t stand the taste of that leftover wine
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| And I’m gonna drink some of yours
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| If you’ll drink all of mine
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| Because I can’t stand the taste of leftover wine
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| And I’ll drink some of yours
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| If you’ll drink all of mine
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| I can’t stand the taste of leftover wine |