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The echo of his footsteps in the street |
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And the drip-drop of tears on my cheeks |
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Were the only sounds on that sad dark night |
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When my loving baby said goodbye |
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We used to stay home every night |
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We lived a quiet, happy life |
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But now if you're looking to find me ain't so hard |
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I'll be right here on Heartache Boulevard |
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Come on over and see me sometime |
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The jukebox plays on and the losers are fine |
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Oh how the whiskey flows and it works like a charm |
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Here on Heartache Boulevard |
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So pour me a round at the bar |
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And turn up that steel guitar |
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Cause I ain't going home and I ain't going far |
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I moved down to Heartache Boulevard |
