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    He staggers into the bar
    In the last hour of the night
    It's cold in here
    But it's even colder on the outside
    And do you ask him questions like,
    "Where have you been tonight?"
    or do you just give him a beer,
    and say, "Hey, do you wanna come along for the ride?"

    Is this caving in
    The kinds of questions you'd like to ask of me
    Is this opening
    The barriers you'd rather not see
    Is this a picture you painted
    On a wall which called you free
    Is this hazing completely
    Boundless in a caged-in sea.

    Steady hand in hand
    And drinking it so fast
    He'll tell you the whole story
    At the bottom of the glass
    But first let's drink to the women
    And let's drink to the day
    That we made it through in one piece
    That we made it through okay

    Well haligh, haligh
    I'm not thankful for what you hide
    Or hold crookedly in your conscience
    So why don't you go home and ask your wife
    If she's ready now for forgiveness

    He buys a ticket and then sends you postcards of the truth
    And now hideous allocations
    Are dancing naked in front of you
    The front door is filled with the darkness of her eyes
    She says, "Honey, it's so cold out there, please, come inside."
    And the air is so thick that neither of them can see
    I'm gonna watch you fall asleep
    So you don't wake up to watch me

    But haligh, haligh
    I'm not thankful for what you hide
    Or hold crookedly in your conscience
    But I feel that I am honored to be your wife
    So I will offer some forgiveness

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