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Talking to myself and feeling old,
Sometimes I'd like to quit,
Nothing ever seems to fit,
Hangin' around, nothing to do but frown;
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you,
It's nice to know somebody loves me.
Rainy Days and Mondays, The Carpenters.
Avec mes souvenirs,
J'ai allume le feu,
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs,
Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux.
Balaye mes amours,
Avec leurs tremeloes,
Balaye pour toujours,
Je repars a zero.
Non, je ne regrette rien, Edith Piaf.
I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping,
While my guitar gently weeps,
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping,
Still my guitar gently weeps.
While My Guitar Gently Weeps, George Harrison et al.
You say you've gotta go home,
'cause he's sitting on his own again this evening,
I know you're going to let him bore your pants off again.
Oh God, it's half past eight,
You'll be late.
You say you've never been sure,
Though it makes good sense for you to be together.
Still you've bought that toy that can reach the places he never goes,
Oh now, it's getting late,
He's so straight.
You say you've gotta go home,
Well at least there's someone there you can talk to,
And you never have to face up to the night on your own,
Jesus, it must be great to be straight.
Now I don't care what you're doing,
I don't care if you screw him,
Just as long as you save a piece for me.
Do You Remember The First Time?, Pulp.
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