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Count the times I've cried in vain The year has grown long and youth has passed me by again A broken watch A run-downclock A smiling face on my wist The best years of my life just meet the sky again Someday I'll get it back Someday Before I open up my mouth I think of all the weight A passing phrase my carry A slipping tongue loose lips and ships A smiling face on my floor The tried and true way to make a new adversary Someday I'll get it back Someday