The young night was thirsty as I entered the back of the bar the smoke held the air, as the floating tables were scarred, in back of the counter the man asked "What can I do?" and all I could say was "One on the way, take it out of my youth." And the voice from the jukebox was singing much more than a song the magic of music picked up my mind and was gone caressed by a corner I sat in the shadows of blue my glass quickly drained, I called out the name said take it out of my youth. My eyes were drawn to the dancers forsaking their days swaying and swirling they shook with the passions of play in total abandon the freedom of frenzy it grew and just as before, I'll have one more and take it out of my youth. The women were wearing the paint that covered their frowns fluid and flowing and formed in the loose fitting gowns So I said to my friend, let's do it again and take it out of my youth. And the sounds were obscene as the wine-drop visions were blurred as the hours escaped to dungeons of wet empty words My mind was swimming in a sea too familiar to fool so I gave him the sign, just one more time and take it out of my youth. Now a toast to tomorrow as we dance on the fast rollin' logs and a toast to today as frustration is drowned in the fog lost to the world, lost to each other, it's true the signal was down, just one more round, and take it out of my youth. And the world disappeared as though shot with a warm whisky gun as proudly we played and frolicked in desperate fun the cold night was laughing and waiting outside of the room so here's where I'll stand and drink with the damned and take it out of my youth.
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