| Great tales of tropical passion never did turn out right
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| Even willy maugham’s story telling gifts left him, sometimes
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| Never liked american girls
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| They’re always so plump and white
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| And the past is a foreign country
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| They do things differently there
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| Was a time when children knew to regard their parents cares
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| My friends sit in basement rooms
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| Shun the society of our peers
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| Though i’m living in that foreign country
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| I’m bound to find my own kind
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| Anywhere i go you know i’ll end up at
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| Cafe Americain
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| Same things go on inside
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| In the bathroom just like in l. |
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| And he said it like only he could:
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| «My time is done, good night»
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| One night down at the cafe
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| I light your cigarette
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| Like a gentleman the best behavior i know
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| Can bridge any cleft
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| No matter how vast our differences, like me
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| You won’t be anyone’s pet
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| I’m down at hellgate canyon
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| But still i remember that night
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| I stared at your tiny fist as it gripped
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| My dinner jacket so tight
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| I understood then what willy reported
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| But never felt in his own life
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| And he said it like only he could:
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| «My time is done, good night» |