There's so much worry and strife
Along the riverbanks
I'm so interested in life
Lend me one hundred francs

Now there's trouble brewing
It's an immovable feast
It's always been my undoing
Can you sign this release?

You must always wear a knife
Amongst the lower ranks
I've been lucky in life
Lend me one hundred francs

I always knew what I was doing
I knew every face in the room
Now who the hell let you in?
Get back on your broom

I have waited so long
That whoever loved you is gone
So things will be different
From now on

In your old medicine chest
I left an open letter to you
As an uninvited pest
To a woman I once knew

You look so pretty in white
It's such a fine idea
You'll make a beautiful wife
Have I made myself clear?

Would someone please remind me?
In a waiting room
My face was ever so kindly
As a drunken bridal groom

I always knew what I was doing
I knew every face in the cast
Now who the hell let you in?
I thought I buried you way back, back in my past

I have waited so long
That whoever loved you is gone
So things will be different
From now on

Things will be different
From now on
Things will be different
From now on


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