My life is anEndless successionOf people saying goodbyeMy life is anEndless successionOf people saying goodbyeAnd what's left for me?What's left for me? At one timeThe future it stretched out before meBut now it stretches behind meAnd all of the best things in lifeAre behind glassMoney, jewelry and fleshAnd what's left for me?What's left for me?
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My life is anEndless successionOf people saying goodbyeMy life is anEndless successionOf people saying goodbyeAnd what's left for me?What's left for me? At one timeThe future it stretched out before meBut now it stretches behind meAnd all of the best things in lifeAre behind glassMoney, jewelry and fleshAnd what's left for me?What's left for me?