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Cohen |
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Ah we're drinking and we're dancing |
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and the band is really happening |
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and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high |
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And my very sweet companion |
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she's the Angel of Compassion |
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she's rubbing half the world against her thigh |
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And every drinker every dancer |
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lifts a happy face to thank her |
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the fiddler fiddles something so sublime |
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all the women tear their blouses off |
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and the men they dance on the polka-dots |
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and it's partner found, it's partner lost |
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and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: |
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it's CLOSING TIME |
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Yeah the women tear their blouses off |
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and the men they dance on the polka-dots |
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and it's partner found, it's partner lost |
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and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: |
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it's CLOSING TIME |
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Ah we're lonely, we're romantic |
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and the cider's laced with acid |
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and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" |
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And the moon is swimming naked |
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and the summer night is fragrant |
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with a mighty expectation of relief |
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So we struggle and we stagger |
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down the snakes and up the ladder |
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to the tower where the blessed hours chime |
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and I swear it happened just like this: |
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a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss |
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the Gates of Love they budged an inch |
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I can't say much has happened since |
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but CLOSING TIME |
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I swear it happened just like this: |
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a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss |
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the Gates of Love they budged an inch |
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I can't say much has happened since |
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CLOSING TIME |
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I loved you for your beauty |
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but that doesn't make a fool of me: |
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you were in it for your beauty too |
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and I loved you for your body |
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there's a voice that sounds like God to me |
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declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you |
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And I loved you when our love was blessed |
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and I love you now there's nothing left |
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but sorrow and a sense of overtime |
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and I missed you since the place got wrecked |
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And I just don't care what happens next |
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looks like freedom but it feels like death |
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it's something in between, I guess |
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it's CLOSING TIME |
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Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked |
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By the winds of change and the weeds of sex |
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looks like freedom but it feels like death |
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it's something in between, I guess |
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it's CLOSING TIME |
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Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing |
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but there's nothing really happening |
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and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night |
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And my very close companion |
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gets me fumbling gets me laughing |
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she's a hundred but she's wearing |
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something tight |
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and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth |
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which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth |
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except to say it isn't worth a dime |
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And the whole damn place goes crazy twice |
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and it's once for the devil and once for Christ |
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but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights |
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we're busted in the blinding lights, |
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busted in the blinding lights |
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of CLOSING TIME |
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The whole damn place goes crazy twice |
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and it's once for the devil and once for Christ |
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but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights |
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we're busted in the blinding lights, |
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busted in the blinding lights |
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of CLOSING TIME |
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Oh the women tear their blouses off |
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and the men they dance on the polka-dots |
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It's CLOSING TIME |
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And it's partner found, it's partner lost |
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and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops |
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It's CLOSING TIME |
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I swear it happened just like this: |
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a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss |
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It's CLOSING TIME |
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The Gates of Love they budged an inch |
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I can't say much has happened since |
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But CLOSING TIME |
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I loved you when our love was blessed |
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I love you now there's nothing left |
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But CLOSING TIME |
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I miss you since the place got wrecked |
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By the winds of change and the weeds of sex. |
