| This old bar stools feeling higher
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| As a started sinking lower
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| The minute that she waltzed right through that door
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| Not long ago I held her
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| Like a fool I went and left her
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| Now she’s with somebody else out on that floor
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| And she’s got the rhythm and I got the blues
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| And she’s showing me how much I had to lose
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| With her every little move she’s telling me I’m over you
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| She’s got the rhythm and I got the blues
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| Well that music’s gettin' louder
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| As my heart keeps beatin' faster
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| As she spells out regret in perfect time
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| Well I thought I wanted freedom
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| But that ball and chain I needed
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| 'Cause when you choose, sometimes you lose the prize
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| And she’s got the rhythm and I got the blues
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| And she’s showing me how much I had to lose
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| With her every little move she’s telling me I’m over you
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| She’s got the rhythm and I got the blues
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| With her every little move she’s telling me I’m over you
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| She’s got the rhythm and I got the blues |