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On the road again in cabaret |
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Grey hair and Fenders |
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Old ghosts revisited today |
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No original members |
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Pick out a pretty one and toss your hair |
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Seems foolish when you're older |
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You always felt you never had your share |
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A chip on both your shoulders |
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You've been faking it so long |
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Now you don't know right from wrong |
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Or what the future has in store for you |
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In the terminal of tribute to |
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Every day you take the bitter pill |
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The minibus driver says and you are who |
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You never made it and you never will |
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In the terminal of tribute to |
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Where your plans are forever falling through |
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And your dreams are movies never shot |
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And you're someone, a shadow passing through |
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Nobody ever knew, so nobody forgot |
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Your bag has fallen from the carousel |
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They say one day it could come back to you |
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Exactly when nobody can tell |
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In the terminal of tribute to |
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You've been faking it so long |
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Now you don't know right from wrong |
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Or what the future has in store for you |
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In the terminal of tribute to |
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You've been faking it so long |
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Now you don't know right from wrong |
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Or what the future has in store for you |
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In the terminal of tribute to |
