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in a bar |
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where they play blues songs |
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i sit waiting for your call |
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writing nonsense on a napkin |
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wondering why it never ends |
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when all i want is to be friends |
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my friend ana wrote a letter |
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she said love had made me beautiful |
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i have smiled and ordered whiskey |
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i have telephoned my lover |
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i don't have to wait his call |
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we don't have to hide at all |
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it is sad and even funny |
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that it all amounts to this drinking whiskey |
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for no reason |
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because i heard it in a song |
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that's what you do when things go wrong |
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I'll have another of the good stuff |
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just to pass away the time |
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'cause walking home drunk and lonesome |
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was not my plan tonight |
