| Johnny tends a bar on 29th and Carson
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| Lobby of the Grand Old Hotel
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| Listens to the stories, tales of hope and glory
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| While he’s mixing drinks at the well
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| And every night he sighs, hearing the alibis
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| Love is waiting, love is waiting
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| Do wrong, you do right
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| You paint it black, you paint it white
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| And you fight the good fight every night
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| Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
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| Whatever it takes to get you through
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| 'Cause you fight the good fight every night
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| Johnny has a child who ran a little wild
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| And now he tends the bars of his cell
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| Blaming it on a girlfriend, blaming it on the world
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| Then blaming everyone but himself
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| And every night he sighs, thinking of alibis
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| Love is waiting, love is waiting
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| Do wrong, you do right
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| You paint it black, you paint it white
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| And you fight the good fight every night
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| Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
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| Whatever it takes to get you through
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| 'Cause you fight the good fight every night
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| Do wrong, you do right
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| You paint it black, you paint it white
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| And you fight the good fight every night
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| Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
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| Whatever it takes to get you through
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| 'Cause you fight the good fight every night |