| Wet wind on the sidewalk: I’m staring at the rain
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| Walking up the street, yeah, and walking down again
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| And my feet are tired and my brain is numb
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| See that broken neon sign saying, hey, in you come
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| Got the scent of stale beer hanging, hanging round my head
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| Old dog in the corner sleeping like he could be dead
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| A book of matches and a full ashtray
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| Cigarette left smoking its life away
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| Another Harry’s bar -- or that’s the tale they tell
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| But Harry’s long gone now, and the customers as well
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| Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right
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| It’ll all turn right
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| God’s tears on the sidewalk: it’s the mother of all rain
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| But in the thick blue haze of Harry’s, you will feel no pain
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| And you will feel no soft hand slipping on your knee
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| You don’t have to pay for memories, they will all come free
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| Another Harry’s bar -- or that’s the tale they tell
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| But Harry’s long gone now, and the customers as well
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| Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right
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| It’ll all turn right
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| Now when Harry was a young man, Harry was so debonair
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| He walked a bouncy step in his shiny shoes
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| And when Harry was a young man, well, Harry could walk on air
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| He mixed a mean cocktail and he talked you through the late news
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| You want to hear some great news?
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| Harry’s still here
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| Wet wind on the sidewalk: I’m still staring at the rain
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| Walking up the street, and I’m walking down again
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| And my feet are tired and my brain is numb
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| See that broken neon sign saying, hey, in you come
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| Another Harry’s bar -- or that’s the tale they tell
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| But Harry’s long gone now, and the customers as well
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| Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right
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| It’ll all turn right
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| Another Harry’s bar
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| And another Harry’s bar
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| And another, and another Harry’s bar |