| «For ev’ry rose that withers and dies
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| Another blooms in its stead
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| A new love waits to open its eyes
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| After the old love is dead»
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| That sounds all right in a careless rhyme
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| But there’s seldom a second time
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| Better luck next time
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| That could never be
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| Because there ain’t gonna be no next time for me
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| No, siree
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| Made up my mind to make another start
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| I’ve made my mind up but I can’t make up my heart
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| I’d like a new lucky day
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| That would be nice
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| But this comes just once in a lifetime
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| Not twice
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| So don’t say
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| Better luck next time
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| That can never be
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| Because there ain’t gonna be no next time for me |