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Four o'clock in the afternoon, and I didn't feel like very mutch.
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I said to my self, "where are you, golden boy, where's your fameous golden touch?"
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I thought you knew where all of the elephants lie down,
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I thought you where the crownprince of all the wheels in Iv?ry Town.

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Just take a look at your body now, There's nothing mutch to save.
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And a bitter voice in the mirror cries "Hey, Prince, you need a shave."

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Now if you can manage to get your trembling fingers to behave,
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Why don't you try unwrapping a stainless steel razor blade?

              C5   B5                 C#5  A5          C5
That's right, it's come to this. Yes, it's come to this,
Bb5                  D5    G5
And wasn't it a long way down?
Bb5             D5           G5
Ah wasn't it a strange way down?

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Ther's no hot water and the cold is running thin,
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Well, what do you expect from the kind of places you've been living in?
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Don't drink from that cup, it's all caked up and cracked along the rim ,
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That's not electric light, my friend, that is your vision growing dim.

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Cover up your face with soap, there, now you're Santa Claus,
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And you got a gift for anyone who give you his applause.

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I thougt you were a racing man, ah, but you couldn't take the pace.
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That's a funeral in the mirror, and it's stopping at your face.

              C5     B5                C#5  A5          C5
That's right, it's come to this. Yes' it's come to this,
Bb5                  D5     G5
And wasn't it a long way down?
Bb5                  D5       G5
Ah, wasn't it a strange way down?

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Once there was a path and girl with chestnut hair,
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And you passed the summer picking all of the berries that grew there.
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There were times she was a woman, there were times she was just a child,
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And you held her in the shadow where the raspberries grow wild.

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And you climbed the twilight mountains, and you sang about the view,
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And ev'erywhere you wandered, love seemed to go along with you.

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That's a hard one to remember, yes, it makes you clench your fist,
B5                                       C5          C#5
And the veins stand out like highways all along your wrist.

             C5     B5                C#5  A5          C5
That's right, it's come to this. Yes' it's come to this,
Bb5                  D5     G5
And wasn't it a long way down?
Bb5                  D5        G5
Ah, wasn't it a strange way down?

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You can still find a job, go out and talk to a friend,
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On the back of every magazine, there are those coupons you can sand.
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Why don't you join the Rosicrucians? They will give you back your hope,
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You can find your love with diagrams on a plain brown envelope.

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But you've used up all coupons, except the one that seems
B5                           Bb5    A5                  A#5
To be written on you wrist. along with several thousand dreams.

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Now Santa Claus comes forward, that's a razor in his mitt,
B5                                       C5             C#5
And he puts on his dark glases, and he shows you where to hit.
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And then the cameras pan, the stand-in stuntman,

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dress in rehearsal rag.
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It's just the dress rehearsal rag,
Bb5                   D5        G5
You know this dress rehearsal rag,
Bb5                   D5        G5
It's just the dress rehearsal rag,