| In the back bar there’s a blind spot
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| Throw the dice and rack your cards up
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| Don’t push your luck and lose your money
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| All your cheap tricks won’t impress me
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| Those pocket queens and closet aces
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| Full house of painted faces
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| Dealing out suited connectors
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| Your winning smile is infectious
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| Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
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| Baby, when it’s over we’re gonna start again
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| Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
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| Baby, when it’s over we’re gonna start again
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| Dare to square up for the last bout
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| Bare your chest and dance your heart out
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| I only meant to make your bones shake
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| Please forgive me if my lips quake
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| I’m at a stand still in your hot clutch
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| Yet you tell me you don’t dance much
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| Horns blaring through the encore
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| As you tear me from the dance floor
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| Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
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| Baby, when it’s over we’re gonna start again
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| Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane
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| Baby, when it’s over we’re gonna start again
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| The Circus calls, put on your red lips
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| Walk the floor, put on your red lips
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| You’re just her type
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| She’s got you in her sights
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| Heavy breathing smoke embraces
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| Syrup smile, sambuca chasers
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| Dim the lights and light your tabs up
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| After hours we’ll kiss and make up
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| The Circus calls, put on your red lips
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| Walk the floor, put on your red lips
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| You’re just her type
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| She’s got you in her sights |