This hotel bar is full of people,
The piano man is
Well, like a bad penny you've turned up again,
You're in
Well, you think you're sitting pretty
But you're sitting on
Well, the rain ain't fussy about where it lands,
It'll find
I've cried enough tears to fill up an ocean,
Surely
Well, I take what I want,
I'm a bad go-getter, yeah,
My heart's in trouble, my soul's on fire,
My mind is
Pack my things in overnight bag
A toothbrush, a guitar, got
Well I know my dog,
Anywhere I hear him bark.
In the flinty light, it's midnight,
And the stars collide.
Yeahhh...
Too much alcohol,
Yeahhh....
I went down on 31st Street,
To pick up
Well, you always were a problem,
Always running wild,
Trouble is your
Tell me, who's that coming?
Not walking, but running.
Cool as the
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