| I wish that I could buy you a drink
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| And then more and then five
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| I’d get you drunk and I’d get me outgoing
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| Or weaker just this one night
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| And then maybe we could go for a walk
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| And I’ll just listen while you talk
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| My imagination slips
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| And then I have you taken
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| Meet at Barcelona for the weekend
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| You describe the night
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| Phil Spector with his revolver
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| Served his ceremonial wine
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| We’d compare mythologies
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| And toast those friends that never believed
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| That our voice never had much to offer
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| And then maybe we could go for a walk
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| And I’d just listen while you talk
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| I wish that I could buy you a drink
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| And then more and then five
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| At the end of the night
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| I’d conveniently forget my wallet
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| And you’d end up buying mine
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| We’d compare mythologies
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| And toast those friend that never believed
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| That our voices never had much to offer
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| And then maybe we would go for a walk
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| And I’d just listen to while you talk
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| You’d point to the harbor
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| Moonlight against the water
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| The boats against the dock
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| And through the dark
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| Our shadows then would get along
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| And I’d just listen while you talk
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| And through the dark
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| Then might get along
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| And I’d just listen while you talk |