| In the corner, at the table, by the jukebox
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| My favourite mourners and I talk about these old hard knocks
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| Our lives are measured there by the bar’s clocks
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| In the corner, at the table, by the jukebox
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| So step inside where love is died
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| And you’ll sure find me
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| With sadness in a haunted place that’s bound to be
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| Hidden behind the door that sorrow locked
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| In the corner, at the tabl, by the jukebox
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| In the cornr, at the table, by the jukebox
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| Come and join me when you ain’t able to face life’s roadblocks
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| For here is where the sorrow it don’t ever stop
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| In the corner, at the table, by the jukebox
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| So step inside where love is died
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| And you’ll sure find me
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| With sadness in a haunted place that’s bound to be
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| Hidden behind the door that sorrow locked
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| In the corner, at the table, by the jukebox
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| Hidden behind the door that sorrow locked
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| In the corner, at the table, by the jukebox |