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Now the bough breaks |
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The books I read |
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Said you were a fragile kid |
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Just as I imagined it |
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Your story goes: |
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Another nosebleed |
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Roses on the pillowcase |
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The fever breaks, |
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And you're back on earth again |
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You rehearse |
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In the living room |
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The nursemaid comes mid-afternoon |
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To say "you've practiced long enough today" |
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She takes your bow |
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It's suppertime |
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But oh, your only appetite |
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Was fixed on the chaconne you'd hoped to play |
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So soon you're off |
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To the academy |
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The honours |
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And the accolades |
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First a darling |
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Then a marvel |
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When we met |
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I was still a young girl |
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But you had changed, already famous |
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Your name was a contagion |
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You were vain and hard to take |
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All the same, I was brave |
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How the tides rise |
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Oh, how the tides rise |
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I don't suppose you'd tell the truth |
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So I won't ask you anymore |
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All the things that we do |
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To pass the time between the wars |
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I don't regret a single day |
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Heard your chaconne on every stage |
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But your love sleeps in a velvet case |
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So what'd you bring me for? |
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What'd you bring me for? |
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Yeah, oh |
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I hear you keep your pretty wife alive |
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On only brie |
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They say a dozen years ago |
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She could have passed for me |
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She doesn't trust you with the baby |
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Maybe better that way |
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Safe in your study |
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Going grey |
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You're at your best |
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When you're alone |
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Above the fray |
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With your chaconne |
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Now the bells toll |