| The night club was burning
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| From the torch singer’s song
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| And the sweat was floodin' her eyes
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| The catwalk squeaked
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| 'Neath the bartender’s feet
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| And the smoke was too heavy to rise
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| She sang of the love that I left her
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| And of the woman that she’ll never be
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| Made me feel like the buck and a quarter
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| That I paid 'em to listen and see
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| I paid 'em to listen and see
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| I was born down in Kansas
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| 'Neath the October sky
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| Work the day shift from seven to three
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| And the only relief that I receive
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| Is nearer my God to Thee
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| She constantly throws me off timing
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| Leaves me standing both naked and bare
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| Makes me feel like the Sunday funnies
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| After everything’s gone off the air
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| Everything’s gone off the air
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| I picked through the ashes
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| Of the torch singer’s song
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| And I ordered my money a round
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| For whiskey and pain
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| Both taste the same
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| During the time they go down |