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Well my friends are gone and you know my hair is grey,
I ache in all the places that I used to play.
I'm crazy for your love but it's just not coming on,
paying my way every day, now that you've upped and gone.

I was born like this because I had no choice,
I started my life with a rough and broken voice.
And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond,
they tied me to this table to stop me getting along.

Now I bid you farewell, I just don't know when I'll be back,
I'm moving out tomorrow to that place right down the track.
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone,
I won't be speaking sweetly just droning on and on.