| The days grow longer for smaller prizes
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| I feel a stranger to all surprises
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| You can have them, I don’t want them
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| I wear a different kind of garment
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| In my rehearsals for retirement
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| The lights are cold again, they dance below me
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| I turn to old friends, they do not know me
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| All but the beggar, he remembers
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| I put a penny down for payment
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| In my rehearsals for retirement
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| If I’d have known the end would end in laughter
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| I’d tell my daughter it doesn’t matter
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| The stage is tainted with empty voices
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| The ladies painted, they have no choices
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| I take my colors from the stable
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| They lie in tatters by the tournament
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| In my rehearsals for retirement
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| Where are the armies who killed a country
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| And turned a strong man into a baby?
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| Now comes the rabble, they are welcome
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| I wait in anger and amusement
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| In my rehearsals for retirement
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| If I’d have known the end would end in laughter
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| Still I’d tell my daughter that it doesn’t matter
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| Farewell, my own true love, farewell, my fancy
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| Are you still owin' me love, though you failed me?
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| But one last gesture for your pleasure
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| I’ll paint your memory on the monument
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| In my rehearsals for retirement |