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It's quarter to three, |
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There's no one in the place 'cept you and me |
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So set 'em' up joe |
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I got a little story I think you oughtta know |
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We're drinking my friend |
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To the end of a brief episode |
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So make it one for my baby |
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And one more for the road |
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I know the routine |
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Put another nickel in that there machine |
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I'm feeling so bad |
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Won't you make the music easy and sad |
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I could tell you a lot |
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But you gotta to be true to your code |
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So make it one for my baby |
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And one more for the road |
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You'd never know it |
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But buddy I'm a kind of poet |
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And I've got a lot of things I want to say |
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And when I'm gloomy, won't you listen to me |
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Till it's all, all talked away |
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Well, that's how it goes |
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And joe I know you're gettin' anxious to close |
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So thanks for the cheer |
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I hope you didn't mind |
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My bending your ear |
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But this torch that I found |
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It's gotta be drowned |
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Or it soon might explode |
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So make it one for my baby |
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And one more for the road |
