| Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
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| The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, and then my eyesight
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| All together, playing games of cards
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| Gambling the tiny shards of brass, once my heart
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| Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
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| I’m lookin' through the window from the garden
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| Waitin' for the call to my hotel room
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| I’m tired of writing elegies to boredom
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| I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight
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| Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
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| Surely not the one that loves me truly, only
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| He’s probably down at the stables, there
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| Gently polishing my cabriolet, only
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| I don’t care, I really want to go So I’m opening the door wide to the ballroom
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| Callin' up some dude from my hotel room
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| I’m tired of writing elegies in general
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| I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight
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| Tonight, tonight…
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| The candles seem to all have been blown out
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| Cupid’s wings have cobweb rings and no one’s about
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| Could it be I came to the wrong place?
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| But I swear I saw them climb the stairs, that sweet mystery
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| Who will be at Sanssouci tonight?
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| It’s only when you’re outside that you notice
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| Only from the window you can see them
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| Once the door is open, all will vanish
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| Ain’t nobody at Sanssouci tonight
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| Tonight, tonight |