| There’s a bar in Brussels and it looks the same
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| As a bar in Paris with a different name
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| It reminds me of a bar in Amsterdam
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| And they all look the same
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| There’s always a Joe behind the bar
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| Who’ll take your money and pass the jar
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| He’s no great friend but it’s better by far
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| Than drinking on your own
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| And the joker who plays at being everybody’s friend
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| Says he knew you sometime way back when
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| So you buy him a drink and he’ll try it again
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| And you’ll see him every night
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| And way back in the corner there’s a lonely guy
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| Says he’s dying for sure, he’s living a lie
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| Maybe tomorrow he’ll give it another try
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| But he’s got to make it through the night
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| Win or lose what’s it matter to you
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| Everybody’s doing what they have to do
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| Like it or not you’re part of it too
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| You’re a long way from home
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| And the lady who stops and gives you a smile
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| Says she likes your music, says she likes your style
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| Maybe she’ll let you stop and stay awhile
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| Pass the night away
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| But there’s always a morning after the night
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| When your eyes won’t open and your throat is tight
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| When everything’s wrong and nothing’s right
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| And you don’t know what to say
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| Win or lose what’s it matter to you
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| Everybody’s doing what they have to do
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| Like it or not you’re part of it too
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| And you’re a long way from home
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| Win or lose what’s it matter to you
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| Everybody’s doing what they have to do
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| Like it or not you’re part of it too
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| And you’re a long way from home |