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Pour me hard liquor over soft music at a table with only one chairFrom the first lonely song till the last drop is gone she'll be hanging round somewhereShe may appear like an angel through a smoky crowdOr fall in a teardrop I can't hold back nowPour me hard liquor over soft music and she'll be hanging round somewhereShe may dance softly in the candle light reflecting her old mem'ries everywhereYou may find me glancing in a sparkling wine but she'll be hanging round somewherePour me hard liquor,She'll be hanging round somewhere From Letras Mania