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Now we take our time... so nonchalant, |
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And spend our nights so bon vivant. |
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We dress our days in silken robes, |
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The money comes, the money goes... |
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We know it's all a passing phase. |
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We light our lamps for atmosphere, |
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And hang our hopes on chandeliers. |
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We're going wrong, we're gaining weight, |
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We're sleeping long and far too late. |
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And so it's time to change our ways... |
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But I've loved these days. |
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Now as we indulge in things refined, |
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We hide our hearts from harder times. |
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A string of pearls, a foreign car... |
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Oh, we can only go so far... on caviar and Cabernet. |
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We drown our doubts in dry champagne, |
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And soothe our souls with fine cocaine. |
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I don't know why I even care... |
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We get so high and get nowhere. |
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We'll have to change our jaded ways... |
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But I've loved these days. |
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So before we end (and then begin)- |
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We'll drink a toast to how it's been... |
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A few more hours to be complete, |
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A few more nights on satin sheets, |
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A few more times that I can say... |
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I've loved these days. |
