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Reservations for one tonight |
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I'll be eating by myself again |
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At that quiet little corner spot |
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Where we used to hang with all our friends |
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And I'll ease down to the local pub |
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Climb up on the tallest stool |
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Holding court with my common sense |
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Outwitting all these common fools |
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I've got good taste for blended whiskey |
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I can see my way around this bar |
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I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox |
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And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar |
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I can't read your mind |
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Baby I can sense this much |
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When it comes to your love |
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I feel like I'm losing my touch |
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You're not buying this anymore |
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My lies have come up short again |
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You haven't said it's over yet |
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Oh but I can feel a bitter wind |
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And after giving me your better years |
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And hoping for the very best |
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Closing time is drawing near As I sit alone with all the rest |
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Chorus |
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When it comes to your love |
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I feel like I'm losing my touch |
