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You can find me in a dim light bar-room |
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If your coldness should ever turn warm |
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But the chances of you ever changing |
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Are as slim as your two loving arms |
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So I'm turning off a memory |
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As quickly as time will allow |
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Yes I'm turning off a memory |
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And the wine seems to help me somehow |
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If he's lucky he'll someday forget her |
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When the wine finally takes full control |
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But that's not much of a future to look to |
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But I can't stand to see the pain in his soul |
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And he's turning off a memory |
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As quickly as time will allow |
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yes I'm turning off a memory |
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And the wine seems to help me somehow |
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Yes the wine seems to help somehow |
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Yes I'm turning off a memory |
