| No one wants to hear about your 97th tear
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| So dry your eyes or let it go uncried, my dear
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| I am all out of love to mouth into your ear
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| And not above letting a love song disappear
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| Before it’s written
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| And no one wants a tune about the 100th luftballoon
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| That was seen shooting from the window of your room
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| To be a spot against the sky’s colossal gloom
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| And land, deflated, in some neighbor state that’s strewn
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| With 99 others
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| 8 Chinese brothers
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| Well, there’s a reason why the last is smiling wide
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| And sitting higher than the others
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| Swinging his arms
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| You would probably die before you shot up 9 miles high
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| Your eyes dilated as light plays upon the sight
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| Of TVC16 as it sings you goodnight
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| Relaxed as hell and locked up in cell 45
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| I hope you’re feeling better
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| The 51st way to leave your lover
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| Admittedly, doesn’t seem to be
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| As gentle or as clean as all the others
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| Leaving its scars
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| All in the after-hours of some Greenpoint bar
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| I told you I can’t listen, baby, about the 4th time you were a lady
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| And how your forthrightness betrayed a secret shyness
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| Stripped away by days of being hailed as «Your Highness»
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| And what’s new, pussycat, is that you were once a lioness
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| They cut your claws out
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| Kitten, not everyone’s keen on lighting candle 17
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| The party’s done. |
| The cake’s all gone. |
| The plates are clean
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| The chauffeur’s leering from the cheerless mezzanine
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| And, in just one year, the straight world can pay to see
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| What they have been missing
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| You were caught kissing 8 Chinese brothers
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| But there’s a reason why the last is smiling wide and sitting higher than the
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| others
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| Stinking with charm
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| And he says, «Lets get lost, let them send out alarms»
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| He says, «Let's get crossed out and come to harm»
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| «Lets make the world’s stupidest stand and truly mean it
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| Let’s hit the limit of loss over lover’s arms
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| No, let’s exceed it» |