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"Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter..."
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Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken
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His ships, they're all on fire
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The moneylender's lovely little daughter
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Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire
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She spies him through the glasses
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From the pawnshops of her wicked father
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She hails him with a microphone
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That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her
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She tempts him with a clarinet
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She waves a Nazi dagger
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She finds him lying in a heap
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She wants to be his woman
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He says, "Yes, I just might go to sleep
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But kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open"
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He stands where it is steep
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Oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one
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His hand upon his leather belt now
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Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner
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And she will learn to touch herself so well
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As all the sails burn down like paper
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And he has lit the chain
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Of his famous cigarillo
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Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon
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At least not the one that we're after
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It's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends
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And it carries no survivors
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But let's leave these lovers wondering
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Why they cannot have each other
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And let's sing another song, boys
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This one has grown old and bitter
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La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la la-la-la-la-la
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