The Last Time I Saw Richard

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These are almost definitely not the 
chords she plays, but I think they 
work. I threw in some
The last time I saw Richard was 
Detroit in '68
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And he told me all romantics meet 
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the same fate someday
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Cynical and drunk and boring 
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someone in some dark café
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You laugh he said you think you're 
immune
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Go look at your eyes they're full of
 moon
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You like roses and kisses and 
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pretty men to tell you all those 
pretty lies
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Pretty lies when you gonna realize 
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they're only pretty lies
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Only pretty lies just pretty 
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lies

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He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer 
and he
Continues after the ad
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Pushed three buttons and the thing 
began to whirr
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And a bar maid came by in fishnet 
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stockings and a bow tie
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And she said "Drink up now it's 
getting' on time to close"
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"Richard, you haven't really 
changed" I said
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It's just that now you're 
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romanticizing some pain that's in 
your head
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You got tombs in your eyes but the 
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songs you punched are dreaming
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, 
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love so sweet
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When you gonna get yourself back on 
your feet?
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Oh and love can be so sweet Love so 
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sweet

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Richard got married to a figure 
skater
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And he bought her a dishwasher and a
 coffee percolator
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And he drinks at home now most 
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nights with the TV on
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And all the house lights left up 
bright
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I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
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I don't want nobody comin' over to 
my table I got nothing to talk to 
anybody about
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All good dreamers pass this way some
 day
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Hidin' behind bottles in dark 
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cafes, dark cafes
Only a dark cocoon before I get my 
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gorgeous wings and fly away
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Only a phase these dark café days
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