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When you're down to the last skin and thelimelight splutters,to darkness in the death of a zippo (tm).
At the backstage door the last fan has longdisappeared witha plastic bag stuffed full of memories.
If only you'd signed them, if only to testify, if onlyto recognise that he existed.
That for a moment he stood there.
Side by side in the gutter on the hard coldshoulder of destiny.(
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You say never again this is the end and it's all gonnachange you're determined this time.
Year after year you pretend it's for real and it's allgonna change you're determined this time.
Well happy birthday to me!
When you're the worm in the bottle. Your're thelast one to leaveand there's nowhere to go to. And the minicab driver politely suggestsyou go home. If you could only remember, just where that's at, justwhere you been, just where it went wrong. You'll eventually find it,(
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When you're down to the end line and they're writing you upand writing you off and it feels just like an obituary.
You feel it's all over. You want to drive on down to the beachand just keep on swimming. But you're still treading water.(
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Happy Birthday!
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