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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere |
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Not too far, he's drinking scotch |
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On the rocks. |
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And watching the sweat |
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of the glass rolled off |
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere |
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There's a juke box playing Jones |
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Keeping him company, being alone |
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And right where the smoke meets neon light |
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He's wrestling with a memory tonight |
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere |
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I'd love to say I'm strong enough |
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But if he'd put down that drink and called me up, |
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I'd throw on my coat, and be right there. |
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere. |
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In some corner |
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In the back of my heart |
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I know we're better being apart |
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So I say a prayer |
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Tonight he'll move on |
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Then I pray even harder he'll pick up the phone. |
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere |
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I'd love to say that I'm strong enough |
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But if he would put down that drink and call me up, |
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I'd throw on my coat and be right there. |
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere |
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Oh everything I love was in a chair |
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere. |
