| Far beyond was a time of fame, a time of joy
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| But for now, only dark days and nights spent cold and shivering.
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| Working the corner at a quarter to three
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| with nothing but an old friend and some long memories
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| She sits by the roadside with a cup in her hand
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| She’ll never stop living the life.
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| CHORUS
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| It’s not over, so don’t give up the fight
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| It’s not over, some day you’ll see it right.
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| Though the times you were loved and adored by the crowd
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| are all gone, it’s not over so don’t give up the fight.
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| There’s no past time that overcomes the fantasies
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| of a girl
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| with the world in the hands of her sweet melodies
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| All those who loved her have forgotten her name
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| a shadow of a person in some novelty game,
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| but now her sole possession brings her nothing but strife
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| she still can’t stop living the life.
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| CHORUS
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| INTERLUDE
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| Far beyond was a time of fame, a time of joy,
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| But for now, only dark days and nights spent cold and shivering.
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| Cold winter nights begin to play with the mind
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| No source of warmth but only her companion besides.
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| It’s death or the toy piano burns in the flames,
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| she’s got to stop living the life.
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| CHORUS x2 |