| Once in a while you still come around
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| Look me over and you look me down
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| It’s just you and that lazy barback
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| And your favorite little clown
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| You’re a long walk from Avenue A
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| You’re a train ride outta your way
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| You slip in like smoke outta your coat
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| With a joke that doesn’t play
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| That’s all she wrote now I’m on my way
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| In the dive bar in my heart
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| Strange to see you on this side of town
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| Not your people or your kind of crowd
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| Just nobodies here drinking flat beer
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| Away from the battleground
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| There’s no sleigh bells in winter time
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| There’s no top shelf or decent wine
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| It’s another slow jam same awful band
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| It’s the last stop the end of line
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| You’re on the list I’m easy to find
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| In the dive bar in my heart
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| In the dive bar in my heart
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| In the dive bar in my heart
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| Every dog has its day
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| Then don’t I too get a bone
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| I’d follow you down to Hell in a boat
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| If that’s where you’re going
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| If we don’t hang together baby
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| Then we just hang on our own
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| Now there’s snow coming down on the steps
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| And the locals have already left
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| I’ll be here late I’ll close up and wait
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| With your perfume still on my neck
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| Now the whole world’s awake and I’ve overslept
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| In the dive bar in my heart
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| In the dive bar in my heart
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| In the dive bar in my heart
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| In the dive bar in my heart
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| In the dive bar in my heart |