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I sit drinkin' in this tavern tryin' to wash away the pain
But on the label of the bottle I seem to read your name
Lonely songs from the jukebox remind me that our love has died
And I'd go home if I could swallow this glass full of pride

Lots of people standing round me some are gay but most are blue
And I know just how they feel because they've lost someone like you
Even Joe the big bartender has grown cold and cruel inside
And he laughs as he fills my glass again with lonely pride

God in heaven guide my footsteps back to her front door tonight
Give me words and power to tell her but I know I've not done right
On bended knees help me right each wrong and un-tell each lie I've lied
Take this bottle from the table and drink this lonely glass of pride

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