| Watchin' the neon flicker
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| Familiar smell of liquor in the air
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| It’s late an' no-one knows my name or face…
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| Think I’ve found the perfect place to disappear
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| Me an' Freddy Fender, the bartender
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| The last teardrop falls on the couple on the floor
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| Hearts that can’t recover…
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| We understand each other behind those swingin' doors
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| I just need some time to think
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| Somethin' strong to drink…
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| A moment to recall
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| With this kind of hurt, sometimes the whiskey works…
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| Sometimes it don’t at all
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| But at least I’m slowin' down the fall
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| This is my chair an' table
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| Sometimes I’m even able to control my life
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| Yeah, now an' then I forget the shape I’m in
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| But it all begins again tomorrow night
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| When I’ll need some time to think
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| Somethin' strong to drink…
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| A moment to recall
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| With this kind of hurt, sometimes the whiskey works…
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| Sometimes it don’t at all
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| But at least I’m slowin' down the fall
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| I just need some time to think
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| Somethin' strong to drink…
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| A moment to recall
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| With this kind of hurt, sometimes the whiskey works…
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| Sometimes it don’t at all
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| But at least I’m slowin' down the fall
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| At least I’m slowin' down the fall |