| Bartender’s eyes are full of pity
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| As he tells her, «your alone and its 2: 30
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| All the chairs are on the table, and it’s time to close»
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| She said, «A minute ago, they were staring at me
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| Where the hell did they go?»
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| And she went out to paint the town
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| Roses are red
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| Violence is too
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| Everyone knows
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| I’m painting the town blue
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| «You look funny when you cry»
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| Were his last words before he laughed and said goodby
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| She flipped a finger and so she picked her shoes up
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| Picked up her feet and let them walk
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| Hand in hand down the dirty hallway
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| Then she went out to paint the town blue
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| Roses are red
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| Violence is too
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| Everyone knows
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| I’m painting the town blue
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| Was she beat?
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| Did she suffer from a working hand?
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| She always hated his hacking cough
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| Early in the morning
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| She walked to the Greyhound to take a little ride
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| He could look in the corner of every town
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| But he won’t find her
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| 'Cause she went out to paint the town
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| Roses are red
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| Violence is too
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| Everyone knows
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| I’m painting the town blue |