| Elevator operator looks at me and smiles that weary smile
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| I’m sure my looks could easily deceive the very wisest of them all
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| And he says, «Are you goin' to the penthouse or the condo that lies just beyond
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| the chapel door?»
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| I smile back and softly tell him, «No, I’m headed to the bottom»
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| I’m goin' all the way down to the bottom
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| So turn the music up real high and let the sweetest Bénédictine liqueur flow
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| No need to worry about tomorrow, 'cause you’re not there
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| I’m goin' all the way down to the bottom
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| Rainy streets and wet memories, I find a place inside to pass the time
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| And Pete serves up my whiskey cold, and I drink it and pray the picture fades
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| Dressed in black, you turned your back and broke a heart that loved and loved
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| you so, oh, I loved you so
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| The bells rang on the day we died and I headed straight to the bottom
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| I’m goin' all the way down to the bottom
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| So turn the music up real high and let the sweetest Bénédictine liqueur flow
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| There’s no need to worry about tomorrow, 'cause you’re not there
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| I’m goin' all the way down to the bottom
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| I’m goin' all the way down
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| All the way down to the bottom |