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Time is measured by our heartbeat, |
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Never trust a heart of gold, |
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Thought I'd mention it in passing, |
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Thought I'd tell you how it goes ... |
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Spent my youth in conversation, |
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These days I hardly speak at all, |
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Could this be the perfect measure |
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Of my own decline and fall ... |
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Decline and fall ... |
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The clothes I wear are all in fashion |
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Although my body is in rags ... |
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The games I play are superficial, |
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They help amuse me when time drags ... |
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Strangers toy with my affections, |
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Old friends are strangers in disguise, |
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I keep my thoughts in isolation, |
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Somewhere inside, oh, something dies ... |
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Decline and fall ... |
