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Well, the tree it does whither |
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You're hands like peaches grow old |
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Your back bends like a willow |
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With nobody left now to hold |
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Your dreams, hopes, aspirations |
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Have all turned to dust |
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You've nobody left now to talk to |
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And you've no-one left now to trust |
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Should I mourn your decline |
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Should I be nice to you |
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Where do I draw the line |
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It is in to a home that awaits you |
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Should I mourn your final decline |
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No, I will drink to your decline |
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I will drink to your decline |
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I will drink to your decline |
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I will drink to your decline |
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I will drink to your decline |
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I will drink to your decline |
