Keep their spirits up Frank, all for some so some for all,
The only spirits here man are hangin? off the wall,
Yeah, you know as well as I do, that we don't serve up cheer,
When they come for anaesthetics and it's been this way for years,
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They empty out their glasses,#
Fill ?em up with tears,
One for the road, one for the road,
That leads them right back here,
To rain on their troubles,
Wash ?em down deep,
And play in the puddle,
Till they?re fast asleep.
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