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Trash Can Sinatras Miscellaneous Twisted And Bent I come aboard I sing a lament The world isn't round It's Twisted and Bent But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself Is the kind of fate I never contemplate That reminds me of the time I felt It's time for sin and catholic guilt Two years later to the day I had reason to confess With her hair a shining shade Of bus-conductress blonde Tales of music and movement Were told in grip and groan But to put these thoughts In songs like theirs Of the honest truth There'd be no trace Just lying out loud Good God give me strength to face another lazy day of "If I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles from here" You came into my life like a brick through a window And I cracked a smile I know her face so well Although the color of her eyes Escapes me for the moment Though her embrace Is like being short-changed But if I knew what made carpets fly I wouldn't be sitting here Twiddling my thumbs I'd threadbare my soul And wheedle my way Into other people's lives And out of my own So typical - a battle of wits And I've come half prepared Now we raised a toast to celebrate As December's embers fade But every fire is just a hoax For January's little joke Halfway to paralyzed my understudy's eyes grew tired Every actor hides a heckle, doctor hydes a jekyll See through my disguise But I forget the conversation we had I don't remember what you said or did That made you so attractive I'm immortal And that's no life at all |
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