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Broken hearts |
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And broken souls |
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Are all that's left here |
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On a piano stool |
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Trying to play a tune |
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Make them feel alright |
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They talk of days |
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Sweet past and gone |
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And a love that got away |
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Put one more nightcap |
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In this empty glass |
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And these words |
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I hear 'em say |
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No more sorrow |
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No more pain |
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Good Lord please forgive me |
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Yeah sing it again |
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No more sorrow |
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No more fear |
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Feel that sweet day |
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Coming near |
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There's no such thing |
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As bad luck here |
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There just ain't no luck at all |
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How did I ever lose my way |
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The only writing on this bar room wall |
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They talk of days |
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Sweet past and gone |
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And a love that got away |
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Put one more nightcap |
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In this empty glass |
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And these words |
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I hear 'em say |
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No more sorrow |
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No more pain |
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Good Lord please forgive me |
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Yeah sing it again |
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No more sorrow |
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No more fear |
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Feel that sweet day |
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Coming near |
