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The lights are bright
pianos makin music all the night
they push in pain just like it's rain
it's a sight to see
but i wonder what became of me
crowds go by, they're merry makin laughter in their eyes
and laughter's fine
but i wonder what became of me
life's sweet as honey
but still it's funny
i get this feeling that i can't analyse
it's like well maybe
when like a baby
see's a bubble burst before its eyes
i've had my threats
they've lit my cigarettes with dollar bills
but i can't begin (?)
for along the way
something went astray
and i can't explain
it's the same champagne
it's a sight to see
but i wonder what became of me
("...make it one for my baby, and one more for the road...")
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