| I hear you are singing a song of the past
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| I see no tears
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| I know that you know it may be the last
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| For many years
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| You’d gamble or give anything
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| To be in with the better half
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| But how many friends must I have
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| To begin with to make you laugh
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| Will you still have a song to sing
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| When the razor boy comes?
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| And take your fancy things away
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| Will you still be singing it
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| On that cold and windy day?
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| You know that the coming is so close at hand
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| You feel all right
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| I guess only women in cages can stand
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| This kind of night
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| I guess only women in cages
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| Can play down the things they lose
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| You think no tomorrow will come
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| When you lay down you can’t refuse
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| Will you still have a song to sing
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| When the razor boy comes?
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| And take your fancy things away
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| Will you still be singing it
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| On that cold and windy day?
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| I guess only women in cages
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| Can play down the things they lose
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| You think no tomorrow will come
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| When you lay down you can’t refuse
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| Will you still have a song to sing
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| When the razor boy comes?
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| And take your fancy things away
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| Will you still be singing it
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| On that cold and windy day? |