| The case was pulled from under the bed
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| She made a call to a sympathetic friend
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| And made arrangements
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| The door was closed, there was a note
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| I couldn’t be bothered, maybe I’ll choke
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| No more engagements
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| With where-have-you-beens and far away frowns
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| Trying to be good by not being 'round
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| And here in the bar, the piano man’s found
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| Another nail for my heart
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| And here in the bar, the piano man’s found
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| Another nail for my heart
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| That stupid old bug that kills only love
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| I want to be good, is that not enough?
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| So play me the song that makes it so tough
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| Another nail for my heart
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| Then play me the song that makes it so tough
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| Another nail for my heart
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| I had excuses, those little boy lies
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| That she computed by watching my eyes
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| And told me firmly
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| She couldn’t stand it, I’m bad on her heart
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| She dropped her make-up and I found the bar
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| Now it concerns me
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| I’ve had a bad time, now love is resigned
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| I’ve been such a fool, I’ve loved and goodbyed
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| So here in the bar, the piano man’s found
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| Another nail for my heart
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| And here in the bar, the piano man’s found
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| Another nail for my heart
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| And here in the bar, the piano man’s found
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| Another nail for my heart
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| And here in the bar, the piano man’s found
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| Another nail for my heart
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| And here in the bar, the piano man’s found
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| Another nail for my heart |