| Alex, Short and Sweet
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| Leave your boyfriends at home and the drinks are on me next week
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| He seems like a real good guy
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| But you’re only as good as your last goodbye
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| Alex, let your long hair down
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| Like the prettiest brush you could ever use to paint this town
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| Because you know as well as I do
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| That we’re only as good as our last goodbyes
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| «What will we do, where will we go?»
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| Alexandra, I don’t really know
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| «When will it end?» |
| Whenever you want it to
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| Alex, to your health
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| May you never outgrow the need to outdo yourself
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| And heed the jealous cry
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| Of a sitting duck stuck to his last goodbye
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| Skyward they flew 'til it was as far
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| To the street as it was to the stars
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| And to stardust as peanut shells on the parlor floor
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| «What have we done, where have we gone?»
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| Nothing, above and beyond
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| «When will it end?» |
| Alexandra, it’s already done
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| I told you honey, short and sweet
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| It’s a damn sight better than long and bitter, don’t you think?
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| Keep your feet wet and your eyes dry
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| 'cause you’re only as good as your last goodbye
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| You’re only as good as your last goodbye
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| Yeah, you’re only as good as your last goodbye |