| Well I only came into this bar
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| To hear a sad song
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| But I’ll probably be here all night long
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| The way I’m feeling now
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| I couldn’t get you on the phone
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| So, I let it ring
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| On and on in a lonesome serenade
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| Oooh, what am I gonna do about my problems now
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| Maybe I should try to find a way
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| To kinda, sorta, maybe, work it out, ooh
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| With some solitary thinkin'
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| And lonesome drinkin'
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| Oooh, it sure does make a body feel at home
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| And a double barrel whiskey
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| And oh baby, tell me do you miss me
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| Some solitary thinkin' and lonesome drinkin' for me tonight
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| There’s two things that’ll kill a girl
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| They’ll strike her down right where she stands
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| One is his voice and one is the rock glass sitting in my hand
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| Oooh, lights are gettin' dimmer now
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| That means they gonna shut me down
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| And it’s just like crystal
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| It ain’t always really clear
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| Tell me baby now
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| How am I gonna get myself to sleep now that you’re gone
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| Maybe I should try to find a way to kinda think about carrying on
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| On my own
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| With some solitary thinkin'
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| And lonesome drinkin'
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| Oooh, it sure does make a body feel at home
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| And a double barrel whiskey
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| And oh baby, tell me do you miss me
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| Some solitary thinkin' and lonesome drinkin' for me tonight |