| Tell me something
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| Tell me something good
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| I wouldn’t be in here if I wasn’t so misunderstood
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| When the scene starts clashing
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| I know what to do
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| Think I’ll sit right down and have myself a cry or two
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| It’s smoky here in this bar
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| And frankly, I can’t feel a thing
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| Though it’s smoky, you can see the heartache
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| I might smile, but I suffer for you only
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| Yes, man, this barroom sure is smoky
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| Five or six or seven of them, eight at a time
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| They come in here and populate these stools each night
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| Guess we’ll keep on popping
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| Popping them tops
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| Thre ain’t a cloud outside
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| But in her, the rain it never stops
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| It’s smoky here in this bar
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| And frankly, I can’t feel a thing
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| Though it’s smoky, you can see the heartache
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| I might smile, but I suffer for you only
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| Yes, man, this barroom sure is smoky |