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So I walk a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast,And I'm reckless it's true, but what else can you doAt the end of a love affair?So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much,And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd,So that people are apt to stare.Do they know, do they care, that it's only That I'm lonely, and low as can be?And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all.So I smoke a little too much, and I joke a little too much,And the tunes I request are not always the best,But the ones where the trumpets blare.So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it's taking his place,But what else can you do at the end of a love affair? From Letras Mania