My Friend The Jukebox (Mel Street)
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Every night I come to see this friend of mine
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And it seems to help me make it through the night
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I sit here on this bar stool
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Try to drown those memories
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While my friend the jukebox plays
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And keeps me company
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Every song seems to tell it like it was
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Of how our world just seem to drift apart
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But I know I’ve got one friend left
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Who will stick by me
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And my friend the jukebox plays
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And keeps me company
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But there’s just one thing wrong
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With this world of mine
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Every night that ol’ clock
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Tics around ‘til closing time
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Then I have to spend another night of misery
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Lord I wish that I could take my friend
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The jukebox home with me
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Yet there’s just one thing wrong
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With this world of mine
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Every night that ol’ clock
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Tics around ‘til closing time
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Then I have to spend another night of misery
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Lord I wish that I could take my friend
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The jukebox home with me
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Yes I wish that I could take my friend
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The jukebox home with me
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TMy friend The Jukebox
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| Mel Street |
