It's hard to remember that one September
All the frontiers through which I crept,
well the displaced we forget
But the dope and the girls and the wine,
oh hell, they were so fine
What a wonderful, wonderful world
No, I can't remember not any December
It seemed I was always leaving
maybe you know that feeling?
But I never forgot my lines
I still hear them all the time
What a wonderful, wonderful world.
The dope and the wine and the stage,
They gave back to me what I gave.
What a wonderful, wonderful, womderful
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