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A red neon sign draws him |
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Into a wine bar |
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Where a woman is crying |
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Unaware of the whisky he's buying her |
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"Can I join you a while ma'am?" |
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"Honey, when you're as broken up as I am |
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You'd have to be Jesus to join up all these pieces" |
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The night before the morning after |
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"Are you here alone |
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Can I take you home? |
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It's a real disgrace |
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Seeing your pretty face |
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In this ugly place" |
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The night before the morning after |
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A ride in a taxi |
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To a rented apartment in a back street |
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Whisky-bottle graveyard |
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Rent is low so she's trying to save hard |
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To get out of the city |
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It takes time but she won't take his pity |
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They carry on drinking |
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And she knows what he's thinking |
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The night before the morning after |
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And her stockings are torn |
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And the heels of her shoes are worn |
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She could be a waitress |
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She could be an actress |
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But he thinks she's a temptress |
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The night before the morning after |
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The night before the morning after |
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There's a space in her bed |
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Where the stranger laid his head |
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She remembers him kissing her |
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He was such a good listener |
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But he sure won't be missing her |