My dear |
| London, Paris, Rome - long since I've been home |
| Chose the yellow-brick road, blinded by the light |
| Acted like a star, unpolluted laughter |
| Took myself too far, never a morning after |
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| And I danced my life away |
| Now there's so much left to say |
| There's no easy way down, my dear |
| Listen, my dear |
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| Cruising in my car, pain and caviar |
| Diamonds for breakfast, then some love for lunch |
| They were traitors then, I was the blossoming flower |
| Fell in love with them, this was my finest hour |
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| And I danced my life away |
| And I got so much left to say |
| There's no easy way down, my dear |
| Listen, my dear |
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| No more rambling rose, feel like bailin' out |
| My mascara's leaking, looking like a freak |
| There's no one to blame how I've spent my days through |
| And if you want the same, I can always show you |
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| How I danced my life away |
| When there was so much left to say |
| There's no easy way down, my dear |
| Listen, my dear |
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Paul Oscar
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