Tuesday night crowded bar
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Some guy lights a cheap cigar
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Bartender yells at him
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So he walks out and you walk in
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Right through the cloud of smoke
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Catcalls and dirty jokes
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Scan the room a couple times
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Find a seat right next to mine
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[Chorus:]
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Lonely eyes
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Well, it sure looks like
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You just might
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Be looking for something
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For something, whoa
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Look at me
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And i think You'll see
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Those Lonely Eyes
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Don't have to be alone tonight
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They analyze your glass of wine
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Roll away a pickup line
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Now and then they check your phone
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Catch mine and let 'em go
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From the little bit I've seen
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They're the perfect shade of green
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Next time they come my way,
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Heaven don't make 'em stay
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Don't make me pay my tab
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Catch a cab
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Go home and kick myself to sleep tonight
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Gimme a sign
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Just a smile
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Baby, I'll be glad to lose myself deep inside
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Lonely eyes
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Lonely eyes
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Sure looks like
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You just might
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Be Looking for something
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For something, whoa
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Look at me
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And I'll think you'll see
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Those lonely eyes
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They don't have to be alone tonight
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Lonely Eyes, you don't have to be alone tonight
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Lonely Eyes
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| Chris Young |
