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I, I used to visit all these very gay placesThose come what may placesWhere one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of lifeTo get a feel of lifeFrom jazz and cocktailsThe girls I knew had sad and sullen grey facesWith distant gay tracesThat used to be thereYou could see where they've been washed awayBy too many through the dayTwelve o'clock talesThen suddenly you came along With a siren songIt tempts me to madnessI thought for a while that your poignant smileWas tinged with the sadness...Of a great love for meBut, I was wrongI was wrongLife is lonely again,And only last week, everything seemed so sure.Now life is awful again,A trough full of hearts will probably be a bore, a boreLetras de cancionesA week I might go to Paris At least a bite of itAll, all I want to do is laugh in spite of itI'll forget you, I willAnd yet you are stillBurning inside my brainRomance is mushAnd it stifles those who striveWell I'll live a lush life in some small diveAnd I, I'll be alright with the restAll those whose lives are lonely too From Letras Mania