"I was not myself last night | couldn't set things right | with apologies or flowers | Out of place as a cryin' clown | who could only frown | and the play went on for hours | And as I lived my role | I swore I'd sell my soul for one love | who would stand by me | and give me back the gift of laughter | One love | who would stand by me | And after making love we'd dream | a bit of style | We'd dream a bunch of friends | dream each others smiles | and dream it never ends."
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