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Whiskey, won't you come and take my troubles
'Cause I can't seem to do it on my own.
In the morning there is hours and infinity
The starlit evening's come to take me home
I ain't got a dollar in my pocket
And I just stepped on my last cigarette
But there's a bar downtown that'll give me credit
A home away from home, away I went.
Tomorrow there's a train to
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