| They called her Synthesizer Suzi
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| And Fast Fingers Flynn &
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| Bobby you played saxophone
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| Like you’d never play again
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| We all four got together
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| In a divey weekend bar
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| Working on our standards
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| Seeing who would be the star
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| Out on the town
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| Bobby, I knew you were a gambler
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| 'Cause you made my wheel spin
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| I should have known you cheated
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| 'Cause you’d never fail to win
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| We all knew you were a joker
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| And your luck was running thin
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| When they took you one cold morning
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| Out on the town
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| Out on the town
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| We’re gonna make our rounds
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| Out on the town
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| We’re gonna close it down
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| Out on the town
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| To the last call of the last bar
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| Out on the town
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| Now I walk along these darkened streets
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| With an open mind 'cause I’m tryin' to reach
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| The memory that brought me here
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| On this lonely night for one last tear
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| Suzi you moved up town for good
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| Flynn you would if you thought you could
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| And I’m still staring these same walls down
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| On a dirty street… out on the town
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| Out on the town
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| We’re gonna make our rounds
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| Out on the town
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| We’re gonna close it down
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| Out on the town
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| To the last call of the last bar |