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Wring out that bartender's rag
And let it wipe away my blues
You ain't got a lot of call to use it
And it will help me more than it will you
Wring it over ice cubes with a cherry
Red as lips that told me we were through
Limes and lemons, words that came between us
Sour as that bartender's rag brew
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No one could have told me I'd be singing out the strains
Of what any man with sense would be pouring down the drain
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