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Oh, what a joyful feeling |
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Celebrate it now; |
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Make these happy moments last a day |
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Or life! Toothless - picking one by one; |
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Somparing - all the hair is gone |
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My shoulders drapped in the windless heat; |
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Yet I'm still here |
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Still here |
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Still here.... |
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All the Sunday girls are dancing with the perfumed boys |
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Why can't enjoy - my head is full of noise? |
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Gravity terminates |
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We will disperse into infinity |
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All the fingers - trying to grasp some air |
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All the minglers - searching for a laugh to share |
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My eyes are bleached - |
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Where's my lump of amber? |
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Are you still here? |
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Still here? |
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Still here? |
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All the Sunday girls are dancing with the perfumed boys |
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Why can't enjoy - my head is full of noise? |
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Gravity terminates |
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We will disperse into infinity |