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It's quarter to 3 |
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There's no one in the place except you and me |
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So set 'em up, Joe |
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I got a little story you outta know |
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We're drinkin', my friend |
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To the end of a brief episode |
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Make it one for my baby |
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And one more for the road |
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I got the routine |
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So drop another nickel in the machine |
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I'm feelin' so bad |
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Wish you'd make the music dreamy and sad |
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Could tell you a lot |
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But it's not in this lady's code |
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Make it one for my baby |
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And one more for the road |
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You may not know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet |
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And I've got a lot of things to say |
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And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me |
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Until it's talked away |
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Well, that's how it goes |
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And Joe, I know you're getting anxious to close |
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So, thanks for the cheer |
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I hope you didn't mind my bending your ear |
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This torch that I found must be drowned |
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Or it soon might explode |
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Make it one for my baby |
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And one more for the road |
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That long, long road |
