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Say goodnight, your song is through Faint refrain we hardly knew Comes crashing against the drunken waters of this wake When I hesitate Because all I can say is too much, too little, too late Farewell, you fool Spare me the punchline please, I learned it well at Sunday school Way back when all you loved was the greasepaint, Not the collection plate So much for the funny face Because all I can say is too much, too little, too late Remember when murder was only killing time? And an axe to grind (to grind, it was) was a bitter gulp of strychnine? What happened to the musketeers of Chesterfields? Tobacco swords behind smoky shields Say goodnight (goodnight) Old song (so long) You're through (set the needle back and hum a new tune) Faint refrain (refrain) Make room (so soon, so soon) Letras de cancionesFor new (until the hook can pull the bridge into view) Spare me the vague, not-so-clever couplets, The ones I would have loved when I was you 'Cause now all I can say is too much, too little ... And all I can feel, feels like the heaviest weight 'Cause all I can say is too much, too little, too late From Letras Mania