| Bright city lights night after night
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| Bartenders with half hearted smiles
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| And misty eyed ladies in loud smoky places
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| Trying to forget for a while
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| No way under the sun to undo what’s been done
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| And leaving has prove me a fool
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| And those pictures as dreams unquiet what they seem
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| And I find myself still missing you
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| Oh who’s been sleeping in my bed tonight
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| Does he whisper the things that I said
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| And I’ve been wondering too does he satisfy you
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| Or do you wish it were me there instead
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| Now it’s a quarter till three no one here but me
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| And the waitress said last call for beer
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| Lord I should tried to drink enough not to think
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| But I still can’t show back all the tears
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| Oh who’s been sleeping in my bed tonight
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| Does he whisper the things that I said
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| And I’ve been wondering too does he satisfy you
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| Or do you wish it were me there instead
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| Lord I wish it were me there instead |