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Its late and she's waiting and I know I should go home
But every time I start to leave they play another song
Then someone buys another round and wherever drinks are free
What's made Milwaukee famous has made a fool out of me
Babys begged me not to go so many times before
She says love and happiness can't live behind those swinging doors
Nows she's gone and I'm to blame to late I finally see
What's made Milwaukee famous has made a loser out of me
Babys begged me not to go so many times before
She says love and happiness just can't live behind those swinging doors
Nows she's gone and I'm to blame to late I finally see
What's made Milwaukee famous has made a loser out of me
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I sat in with a band down in Dallas
I'd been introduced as a guest
When a little white haired man approached the bandstand
Said I wonder if you'd play one last request
Oh please play me a song I can cry to
Sad songs are music to my ears
Play me a song I can cry to
Play me a song that sounds like tears
I stood by as the band started playing
And I didn't even try to play along
Aw my eyes had followed him back to the corner
Where he sat down at a table all alone
And a smile slowly came across his tear drops
And I watched as he slowly bowed his head
Just before he left this world for one much better
I remember the little lonely man had said
Oh please play me a song I can cry to
Sad songs are music to my ears
Play me a song I can cry to
Play me a song that sounds like tears
Play me a song that sounds like tears
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One by one they're turning out the lights
I've been feedin' that ol' jukebox just to hold you tight
I guess its for the best I just put in my last dime
I heard you whisper "We'll meet again, another place, another time"
Chairs are stacked all over tables its closing time they say
I could wait right here forever if they'd only let me stay
Anywhere would be much better than lonley room of mine
Throug a lonely night a waitin' for
Another place, Another time
Won't that room of mine be a lonely place to be
I've been so used to holding you close to me
Won't that old stairway be hard to climb
To a lonley room waiting for another place, another time
Won't that old stairway be hard to climb
To a lonely room to wait for
Another Place, Another Time
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