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sitting at the bar drinking your drink making you think you look about head filled with doubt clouds of smoke in the air and oh she looks so fair you get off your seat thinking youd like to meet walking across the floor going past the door order her a drink makes her start to think she whispers in your ear you quiver in fear you start to look about you see a man oh so stout you lose all images of fun and you start to run out the door you go spent all your dough brused and beaten but youll never be defeaten
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