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Reservations for one tonight I'll be eating by myself again At that quiet little corner spot Where we use to hang with all our friends Then I'll ease down to the local pub And climb up on the tallest stool Holding cord with my common sense Out waiting all these common fools I've got good taste for blended whiskey I can see my way around this bar I can hear sound of a vintage jukebox And smell the smoke of a hand rolled cigar I can't read your mind Baby I can sense this much When it comes to your love I feel like I'm losing my touch You're not buying this anymore My lies have come up short again You havent said it's over yet Oh, but I can feel a bitter wind And after giving me your better years And hoping for the very best Closing time is drawing near As I sit alone with all the rest Well, I've got good taste for blended whiskey I can see my way around this bar I can hear sounds of a vintage jukebox And smell the smoke of a hand rolled cigar I can't read your mind Oh, But I can sense this much When it comes to your love I feel like I'm losing my touch When comes to your love I feel like I'm losing my touch Get This Ringtone

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