Watchin' the neon flicker,
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Familier smell of liquor in the air.
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It's late an' no-one knows my name or face:
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Think I've found the perfect place to disappear.
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Me an' Freddy Fender, the bartender,
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The last teardrop falls on the couple on the floor.
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Hearts that can't recover:
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We understand each other behind those swingin' doors.
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I just need some time to think,
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Somethin' strong to drink:
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A moment to recall.
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With this kind of hurt, sometimes the whiskey works:
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Sometimes it don't at all.
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But at least I'm slowin' down the fall.
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This is my chair an' table,
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Sometimes I'm even able to control my life.
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Yeah, now an' then I forget the shape I'm in,
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But it all begins again tomorrow night,
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When I'll need some time to think,
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Somethin' strong to drink:
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A moment to recall.
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With this kind of hurt, sometimes the whiskey works:
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Sometimes it don't at all.
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But at least I'm slowin' down the fall.
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I just need some time to think,
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Somethin' strong to drink:
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A moment to recall.
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With this kind of hurt, sometimes the whiskey works:
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Sometimes it don't at all.
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But at least I'm slowin' down the fall.
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At least I'm slowin' down the fall.
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Slowin' Down The Fall
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