Wet wind on the sidewalk: I'm staring at the rain.
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Walking up the street, yeah, and walking down again.
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And my feet are tired and my brain is numb.
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See that broken neon sign saying, hey, in you come.
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Got the scent of stale beer hanging, hanging round my head.
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Old dog in the corner sleeping like he could be dead.
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A book of matches and a full ashtray.
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Cigarette left smoking its life away.
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Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell.
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But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well.
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Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right.
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It'll all turn right.
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God's tears on the sidewalk: it's the mother of all rain.
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But in the thick blue haze of Harry's, you will feel no pain.
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And you will feel no soft hand slipping on your knee.
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You don't have to pay for memories, they will all come free.
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Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell.
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But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well.
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Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right.
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It'll all turn right.
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Now when Harry was a young man, Harry was so debonair.
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He walked a bouncy step in his shiny shoes.
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And when Harry was a young man, well, Harry could walk on air.
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He mixed a mean cocktail and he talked you through the late news.
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You want to hear some great news?
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Harry's still here.
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Wet wind on the sidewalk: I'm still staring at the rain.
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Walking up the street, and I'm walking down again.
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And my feet are tired and my brain is numb.
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See that broken neon sign saying, hey, in you come.
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Another Harry's bar -- or that's the tale they tell.
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But Harry's long gone now, and the customers as well.
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Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right.
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It'll all turn right.
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Another Harry's bar.
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And another Harry's bar.
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And another, and another Harry's bar.
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Another Harry's Bar
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| Jethro Tull |
