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Tuesday night crowded bar |
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Some guy lights a cheap cigar |
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Bartender yells at him |
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So he walks out and you walk in |
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Right through then cloud of smoke |
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Catcalls and dirty jokes |
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Scan the room a couple times |
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Find a seat right next to mine |
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[Chorus:] |
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Lonely eyes |
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Well, it sure looks like |
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You just might |
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Be looking for something |
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For something, whoa |
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Look at me |
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And I think You'll see |
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Those Lonely Eyes |
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Don't have to be alone tonight |
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They analyze your glass of wine |
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Roll away a pickup line |
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Now and then they check your phone |
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Catch mine and let 'em go |
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From the little bit I've seen |
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They're the perfect shade of green |
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Next time they come my way, |
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Heaven help me make 'em stay |
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[Chorus] |
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Don't make me pay my tab |
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Catch a cab |
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Go home and kick myself to sleep tonight |
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Gimme a sign |
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Just a smile |
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Baby, I'll be glad to lose myself deep inside |
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Lonely eyes |
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Lonely eyes |
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Sure looks like |
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You just might |
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Be Looking for something |
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For something, whoa |
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Look at me |
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And I'll think you'll see |
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Those lonely eyes |
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They don't have to be alone tonight |
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Lonely Eyes, you don't have to be alone tonight |
