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So I walked a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast |
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And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do |
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At the end of a love affair? |
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So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much |
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And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd |
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So that people are apt to stare |
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Do they know, do they care |
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That it's only that I'm lonely, and low as can be |
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And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all |
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So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much |
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And the tunes I request are not always the best |
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But the ones where the trumpets blare |
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So I go at a maddening pace |
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And I pretend that it's taking her place |
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But what else can you do at the end of a love affair? |
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So I smoke a little too much, and I drink a little too much |
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And the tunes I request are not always the best |
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But the ones where the trumpets blare |
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So I go at a maddening pace |
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And I pretend that it's taking her place |
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But what else can you do at the end of a love affair? |
