| Two doors down there’s a jukebox
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| That plays all night long
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| Real sad songs
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| All about me and you
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| An' two doors down there’s a barmaid
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| That serves 'em real strong
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| Here lately
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| That’s how I make it through
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| An' two doors down there’s a heartache
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| That once was my friend
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| An' two doors down there’s a memory
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| That won’t ever end
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| Two doors down there’s a bar stool
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| That knows me by name
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| And we sit there together
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| And wait for you
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| Two doors down there’s a bottle
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| Where I take out my shame
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| And hold it up
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| For the whole world to view
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| Two doors down there’s a pay phone
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| But no calls come in
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| An' two doors down there’s a memory
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| That won’t ever end
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| From the hotel to the barroom
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| Is just a stumble and a fall
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| And sometimes when it gets bad
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| I’ve been known to crawl
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| Freedom from sorrow
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| Is just two doors away
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| I’ll escape for a short time
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| But I know I can’t stay
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| Two doors down is where they’ll find me
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| When you’re finally through
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| Taking what’s left of my life
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| An' two doors down is where they’ll leave me
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| When payment comes due
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| For the hours I’ve spent there each night
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| Two doors down I’ll be forgotten
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| But until then
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| Two doors down there’s a memory
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| That won’t ever end |