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When I was young and I was in my day Sure I'd steal what womans heart there was away And I'd sing into the morning Saw a blaze into the morning Long before I was the man you see today. I was born beneath the star that promised all I could live my life without Cassandra's call But the wheel of fortune took me From the highest point she shook me By the bottle, by the bottle I should fall There in the mirror on the wall I see the dream is fading From the contender to the fall The ring, the rose, the matador, raving When I die I'll die a drunk down on the street He will count me out to ten in clear defeat Wrap the Starry Plough around me Let the pipers air resound me there There I rest until the Lord of Love I meet There in the mirror on the wall I see the dream is fading From the contender to the brawl The ring, the rose, the matador, raving. |