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Underneath the neon signof Harry's Bar and GrillSomeone 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 roadAs 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...
Underneath the neon signof Harry's Bar and GrillSomeone 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 roadAs 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...