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Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play for my heart is so cold with pain |
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Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine and fill my glass up again |
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Fill my glass to the brim till it flows o'er the rim |
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Like the tears flow in this heart of mine |
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And I'll say so long to the dreams that are gone on account of the warm red wine |
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A prison of stone with its cold iron bars is no more a prison than mine |
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I'm a prisoner of drink and can never escape from the chains of the warm red wine |
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Fill my glass to the brim... |
