| Here I find myself again in a bar
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| Drawing my sorrows and falling in love with a stranger
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| As I down another Martini I realize
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| I’m singing the same old song
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| Stop me anytime
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| I flirt with the bar tender
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| And ask him for two more Martinis, please
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| He knows me so well and he smiles
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| The man facing me at the bar
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| He’s heard it all before
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| Strangers on the night in love
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| What can we lose
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| Strangers in the night in love
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| With nothing to lose
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| Strangers in the night in love
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| What can we lose
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| We’re like two fugitives in the night
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| We’re like two fugitives in the night
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| Here I find myself again in my bag
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| Reaching for gum to freshen my breath to kiss with the stranger
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| And as I plan that hard passionate kiss
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| I realize I’m singing the same old song
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| Don’t stop me this time
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| I flirt with the handsome stranger and ask him:
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| Could you give me a ride home please
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| Goes down so well
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| And he smiles
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| Then he deliveres into his little Ford car
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| We drive away from the bar
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| We’ve both been here before
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| Strangers for the night in love
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| What can we lose
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| Stranger in the night in love
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| With nothing to lose
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| Stranger in the night in love
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| What can we lose
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| We’re like two fugitives in the night
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| We’re like two fugitives in the night
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| Strangers for the night in love
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| What can we lose
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| Stranger in the night in love
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| With nothing to lose
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| Stranger in the night in love
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| What can we lose
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| We’re like two fugitives in the night
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| We’re like two fugitives in the night
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| We’re like two fugitives in the night
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| We’re like two fugitives in the night |