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Underneath the neon signof Harry's Bar and Grill Someone hugs a bottleto take away the chill. Ohbut the wind still blowscarries his sleeping soulas far as lonely goes. Upstairs in a penthousebehind a golden doorsomeone's drinking pink champagneto keep from being board. Between the highs and lowsthe icy wind still blowsas far as lonely goes. You would never buy a bottleto wash away your troubles. If you could buy a suitcase for your soul. You would make a pretty packageof all your exrta baggage. Look it up and send it down the road As far as lonely goes.from the has-bents to the havesfrom the mansions to the alleysfrom the riches to the ragsunderneath our clothes. We're all the sameyou knowas far as lonely goes.I would never buy a bottleto wash away my troubles...
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