In some corner, in some bar, somewhere
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Not too far, he's drinking scotch
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On the rocks.
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And watching the sweat
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of the glass rolled off
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere
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There's a juke box playing Jones
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Keeping him company, being alone
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And right where the smoke meets neon light
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He's wrestling with a memory tonight
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere
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I'd love to say I'm strong enough
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But if he'd put down that drink and called me up,
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I'd throw on my coat, and be right there.
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere.
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In some corner
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In the back of my heart
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I know we're better being apart
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So I say a prayer
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Tonight he'll move on
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Then I pray even harder he'll pick up the phone.
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere
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I'd love to say that I'm strong enough
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But if he would put down that drink and call me up,
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I'd throw on my coat and be right there.
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere
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Oh everything I love was in a chair
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In some corner, in some bar, somewhere.
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In Some Corner
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| Brandy Clark |
