| As the cafe was closin' on a warm summer night
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| Kathy was cleanin' the spoons
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| The radio played the hit parade
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| And I hummed along with the tune
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| She asked me to change the station
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| Said that song just drove her insane
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| But it weren’t the music that was playin'
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| It was me she was tryin' to blame
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| And the night is all black and still now
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| On the hill where the angels sing
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| Ain’t it funny how an old broken bottle looks
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| Just like a diamond ring
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| But it’s far, far from the ring
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| So I leaned on my left leg in the parkin' lot dirt
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| While Kathy, she put out the lights
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| A June bug flew from the warmth he once new
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| And I wished for once I weren’t right
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| See, we used to laugh together
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| We’d dance just to any old song
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| You know she still laughs with me
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| But she waits just a minute too long
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| And the night is all black and still now
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| On the hill where the angels sing
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| Ain’t it funny how an old broken bottle looks
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| Just like a diamond ring
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| But it’s far, far from the ring
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| I started the engine and I gave her some gas
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| While Kathy, she closed her purse
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| We hadn’t gone far in my beat up old car
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| When I was prepared for the worst
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| Will you see me tomorrow?
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| No, I’ve got things to do
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| Well, a question ain’t really a question
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| If you know the answer too
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| And the night is all black and still now
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| On the hill where the angels sing
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| Ain’t it funny how an old broken bottle looks
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| Just like a diamond ring
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| But it’s far, far from the ring
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| Yeah, it’s far, far from the ring |