Honesty's forbidden from where I'm told
About when I could find my pot of gold
It's a haven where love is bought and sold
It's a stone's throw from catching a bad cold
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In my slumber dreams began to unfold
An echo of tenderness to behold
Got what I deserve for breaking the mold
I guess that's why they say I'm getting old
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