| No matter when it comes
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| One thing sure, it comes too soon
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| Fame, death, love, all find us
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| Never quite prepared, or in tune
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| You hunger through the years
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| For the proper combinations to appear
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| At long, long last it’s crystal clear
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| You really cannot get there from here
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| Others seem to know when to make their moves
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| But that may not be true
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| More likely, they’re as hungry as you
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| For the moment, everything clicks
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| The fat lady’s tiger rolls and does his tricks
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| 45th of November
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| 26:10 on the clock
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| In the future, we won’t remember
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| What will they make of such talk?
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| Learn the art of compromise
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| Pass the days when nothing works out right
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| We keep the faith of years
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| Or we blow the whole thing up in one good fight
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| 45th of November
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| 26:10 on the clock
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| In the future, we won’t remember
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| What will they make of such talk?
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| Feed me sweet lemon wine
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| Squeeze the juice from the peel
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| Playing strip poker with time
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| And it’s your turn to deal
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| Feed me sweet lemon wine
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| Squeeze the juice from the peel
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| Playing strip poker with time
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| And it’s your turn to deal
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| 45th of November
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| 45th of November
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| 45th of November, remember the day
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| 45th of November, remember the day
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| Transposed by: TheDreadfulGreat |