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Lyrics What good is sitting alone |
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In you room? |
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Come hear the music play. |
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Life is a Cabaret, old chum, |
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Come to the Cabaret. |
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Put down the knitting, |
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The book and the broom. |
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Time for a holiday. |
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Life is a Cabaret, old chum, |
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Come to the Cabaret. |
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Come taste the wine, |
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COme hear the band. |
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Come blow a horn, |
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Start celebrating; |
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Right this way, |
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Your table's waiting. |
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No use permitting |
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Some prophet of doom |
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To wipe every smile away. |
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Come hear the music play. |
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Life is a Cabaret, old chum, |
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Come to the Cabaret! |
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I used to have a girlfriend |
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Known as Elsie, |
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With whom I shared |
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Four sordid rooms in Chelsea |
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She wasn't waht you'd call |
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A blushing flower... |
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As a matter of fact |
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She rented by the hour. |
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The day she died the neighbors |
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Came to snicker: |
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"Well, that's what comes |
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From too much pills and liquor." |
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But when I saw her laid out like a Queen, |
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She was the happiest... corpse... |
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I'd ever seen. |
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I think of Elsie to this very day. |
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I remember how she'd turn to me and say: |
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"What good is sitting alone |
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In you room? |
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Come hear the music play. |
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Life is a Cabaret, old chum, |
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Come to the Cabaret. |
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Put down the knitting, |
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The book and the broom. |
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Time for a holiday. |
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Life is a Cabaret, old chum, |
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Come to the Cabaret." |
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And as for me, |
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I made my mind up, back in Chelsea, |
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When I go, I'm going like Elsie. |
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Start by admitting, |
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From cradle to tomb |
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Isn't that a long a stay. |
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Life is a Cabaret, old chum, |
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Only a Cabarert, old chum |
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And I love a Cabaret. |
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here you here! good luck |
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maria |
