Well, tonight I'll throw a party
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And I know who I'll invite
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There's a strange and lonely person
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With whom I'll spend this night
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There'll be no old sad memories
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To haunt me till I die
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In that room there'll be a bottle
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And me, myself and I
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In that room there'll be a bottle
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And me, myself and I
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I've been introduced to many
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People I don't understand
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I've been in the house of lonely.
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I've shook a thousand shaking hands
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But tonight I'll be with someone
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Who will look me in the eye
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And in that room there'll be a bottle
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And me, myself and I
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In that room there'll be a bottle
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And me, myself and I
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At that party you'll see me when I was just a child
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In a room full of happy with a heart so meek and mild
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And that child will meet a ghost that will haunt him oh so bad
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From a family of confusion pretending love they never had.
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So, tonight I'll throw that party
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And I know just what I'll do
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Yes, I'll meet myself at midnight
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And cry the whole night thru
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Yeah, I'll meet that ghost of sadness
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And he'll look me in the eye
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And in that room there'll be that bottle
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And me, myself and I
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In that room there'll be a bottle
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And me, myself and I
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Me, Myself, and I
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| John Prine |
