Текст песни The Part You Throw Away - Tom Waits
                                                You 
                                                dance 
                                                real 
                                                slow
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                wreck 
                                                it 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                walk 
                                                away, 
                                                then 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Turn 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                did 
                                                that 
                                                old 
                                                blonde
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gal 
                                                say?
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                part...
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                throw 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                that 
                                                beggars 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                winning 
                                                horse
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                tidy 
                                                Mexican 
                                                divorce
 
                                    
                                
                                                St. 
                                                Mary's 
                                                prayers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Houdini's 
                                                Hands
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                Barman 
                                                who 
                                                always
 
                                    
                                
                                                Understands
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                you 
                                                loose 
                                                the 
                                                flowers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hold 
                                                on 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                vase
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                you 
                                                wipe 
                                                all 
                                                those 
                                                teardrops
 
                                    
                                
                                                Away 
                                                from 
                                                your 
                                                fase
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                help 
                                                thinking
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    I 
                                                close 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                done 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                this
 
                                    
                                
                                                Many 
                                                times 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                bone 
                                                must 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wish 
                                                can 
                                                stay
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                kiss 
                                                don't 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                the 
                                                lips 
                                                will 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                Forget 
                                                I've 
                                                hurt 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Put 
                                                stones 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                bed
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                remember 
                                                to 
                                                never
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mind 
                                                instead
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                letters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Burned 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                fire
 
                                    
                                
                                                Time 
                                                is 
                                                just 
                                                memory
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mixed 
                                                in 
                                                with 
                                                Desire
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                road 
                                                it 
                                                is
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                the 
                                                map... 
                                                    I 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gone 
                                                just 
                                                like 
                                                matches
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                    a 
                                                closed 
                                                down 
                                                cabaret
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                Portuguese 
                                                Saloon
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                fly 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                circling 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                room
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                soon 
                                                forget 
                                                the
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tune 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                play
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                part
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                throw 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ah, 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                part
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                throw 
                                                away
 
                                    
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