| How many times have I been around?
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| Recycled papers paving the ground
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| Well, she lives for the written word
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| And people come second, or possibly third
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| And there is no style, but I say, «well done»
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| To the girl least likely to
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| Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong
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| But deep in my heart, I know I am not
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| And there’s enough gloom in her world, I’m certain
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| Without my contribution
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| So I sit, and I smile, and I say «well done»
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| To the girl least likely to
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| Page after page of sniping rage
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| An English singe or an American tinge
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| «There's a publisher,» she said, «…in the new year»
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| (It's never in this year)
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| I do think this, but I can’t admit it
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| To the girl least likely to
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| So one more song with no technique
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| One more song which seems all wrong…
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| And oh, the news is bad again
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| See me as I am again
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| And the scales of justice sway one way
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| In the rooms of those least likely to
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| Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong
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| But the moods and the styles too frequently change
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| From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29
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| And I sit, and I smile, and I say «well done»
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| To the girl least likely to
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| Oh, one more song about The Queen
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| Or standing around the shops with thieves
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| «But somebody’s got to make it!» |
| she screams
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| «So why why can’t it be me?»
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| But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart
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| Which is hurt
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| So how many times will I shed a tear?
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| And another stage of verse to cheer
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| When you shine in the public eye, my dear
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| Please remember these nights
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| When I sit and support with a dutiful smile
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| Because there’s nothing I can say
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| So chucking, churning, and turning the knife
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| On everything (except their own life)
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| And a clock somewhere strikes midnight
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| And an explanation — it drains me
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| If only there could be a way
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| There is a different mood all over the world
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| A different youth, unfamiliar views
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| And dearest, it could all be for you
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| So will you come down and I’ll meet you?
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| And with no more poems, with nothing to hear
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| Oh darling, it’s all for you…
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| Darling, it’s all for you…
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| Oh darling, it’s all for you…
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| Oh darling, it’s all for you… |