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everything comes and goes

 marked by lovers and styles of clothes

 things that you held high and told yourself were true

lost or changin’ as the days come down to you

 down to you, constant stranger;

 you’re a kind person, you’re a cold person too

 it’s down to you

 you go down to the pick-up station

cravin’ warmth and beauty

 you settle for less than fascination;

a few drinks later you’re not so choosy

 when the closing lights strip off the shadows

on this strange new flesh you found

clutching the night to you like a fig leaf,

you hurry to the blackness and the blankets

 to lay down an impression and your loneliness

– – – – –

 in the morning there are lovers in the street

they look so high;

 you brush against a stranger and you both apologize

 old friends seem indiff’rent;

 you must have brought that on

old bonds have broken down; love is gone

oh, love is gone

 written on your spirit the sad song

love is gone

everything comes and goes;

 pleasure moves on too early

and trouble leaves too slow

 just when you’re thinkin’

 you’ve fin’lly got it made

bad news comes knockin’

at your garden gate

 knockin’ for you, constant stranger;

 you’re a brute, you’re an angel

 you can crawl, you can fly too

 it’s down to you

 it all comes down to you