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Of all the gin joints
In all the towns in all the world
Here I am watching Casablanca
In a hospital ward

With one kind nurse
Who’s been assigned to take good care of me
I’m quiet and polite
But somehow I can barely breathe

CHORUS
Here’s looking at me, kid
Here’s looking at me
Here’s looking at me, kid
Here’s looking at me, though my eyes can’t see

Tell Ingrid Bergman
I would like to speak to her alone
And while you’re at it
See if Humphrey Bogart is at home

I’ll ask them how they got
To be so dark and wonderful
I’ll find one use for all my sorrows
and I’ll sell my soul

CHORUS

As time goes by
I try to find my music in my head
But it is nowhere to be found
So I can’t go to bed

These doctors try
To see the inside of my candy shell
They call me by my Christian name
Cause they don’t know me well

CHORUS

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