You dance real slow
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You wreck it down
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You walk away, then you
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Turn around
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What did that old blonde
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Gal say?
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That is the part...
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You throw away
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I want that beggars eyes
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A winning horse
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A tidy Mexican divorce
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St. Mary's prayers
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Houdini's Hands
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And a Barman who always
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Understands
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Will you loose the flowers
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Hold on to the vase
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Will you wipe all those teardrops
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Away from your fase
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I can't help thinking
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As I close the door
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I have done all of this
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Many times before
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The bone must go
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The wish can stay
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The kiss don't know
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What the lips will say
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Forget I've hurt you
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Put stones in your bed
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And remember to never
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Mind instead
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Well all of your letters
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Burned up in the fire
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Time is just memory
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Mixed in with Desire
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That's not the road it is
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Only the map...I say
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Gone just like matches
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From a closed down cabaret
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In a Portuguese Saloon
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A fly is a circling around
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The room
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You'll soon forget the
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Tune that you play
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For that is the part
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You throw away
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Ah, that is the part
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You throw away
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The Part You Throw Away
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Tom Waits |