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It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place
Except you and me
So set 'em' up Joe, I got a little story
I think you should know
We're drinking my friend, to the end
Of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
I got the routine, so drop another nickel
In the machine
I’m feeling so bad, I wish you make the music
Dreaming and sad
I could tell you a lot, but it's not
In a gentleman's code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
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You'd never know it, but buddy I'm a kind of poet
And I've got a lot of things to say
And when I'm gloomy, you simply gotta listen to me
Till it's talked away
Well that's how it goes, and Joe I know your gettin'
Anxious to close
So thanks for the cheer
I hope you didn't mind
My bending your ear
The torch that I found,
Must be drowned
Or it's soon might explode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
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