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(Paul Nelson/Tom Shapiro) |
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All at once here |
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I am in this barroom |
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Oh and most any night |
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I'd be home |
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But those old thoughts of her |
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Are beginning to stir |
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I need to be anywhere but alone |
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When you close you can call me a taxi |
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Until then you can call me a fool |
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So just bring a glass and don't bring up the past |
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If you did |
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I don't know what |
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I'd do I'm right on the edge of memory |
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Lord knows |
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I don't wanna fall ' |
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Cause it tells me she'll always be gone |
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And reminds me where |
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I went wrong |
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Yeah I'm right on the edge of a memory |
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And just hanging on |
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So bartender just keep 'em coming |
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Till she and |
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I go out of my mind |
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Tonight I refuse to take on the blues |
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I'll just put off the truth till closing time |
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I'm right on the edge of memory |
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Lord knows |
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I don't wanna fall ' |
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Cause it tells me she'll always be gone |
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And reminds me where |
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I went wrong |
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Yeah I'm right on the edge of a memory |
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And just hanging on |
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Yeah I'm right on the edge of a memory |
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And just hanging on |
