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D G D
You can find me in a dim lighted barroom,
E A
If your coldness should ever turn warm.
D G D
But the chances of you ever changin’.
A D
Are as slim as your two lovin’ arms.
G D
So I’m turnin’ off a memory.
E A
As quickly as time will allow.
D G D
I’m turnin’ off a memory.
A D
And the wine seems to help it somehow.
If I’m lucky I’ll someday forget you.
When the wine finally takes full control.
It’s not much of a future to look to.
But I can’t stand this pain in my heart.
So I’m turnin’ off a memory.
As quickly as time will allow.
I’m turnin’ off a memory.
And the wine seems to help it somehow.
And the wine seems to help it somehow.
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