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We were a blow out of wicked proportions |
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An accidental company |
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If we said, "We were going to go out and get all tore up tonight" |
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Then we did, we got a little happening |
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Play your tonight's the nights right |
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And don't clear the place |
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Sweep up a little on your way out |
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We might make it |
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With Dottie the bluegrass singer |
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Baring her local breasts |
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Singing, "You want an open concept? |
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I'll give you open concepts" |
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You play your fuck off nows right |
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And don't clear the place |
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Wreak some havoc on the way out |
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You might make it |
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"Drink up, folks, it's getting on time to close" |
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They said, "We don't even like you" |
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"I'm with you," I said |
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Perhaps you think the road is a means to an end |
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Where it's a living in the end |
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The living end, the living image of the end |
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Play your tonight's the nights right |
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And don't clear the place |
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Sweep up a little on your way out |
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You might make it |
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If your tonight's the nights right |
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And you don't clear the place |
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Sweep up a little on your way out |
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You might make it |
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Tonight's the night |
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Tonight's the night tonight |
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Tonight, tonight, tonight |
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Tonight's the night tonight |
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Tonight's the night tonight |
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Tonight, tonight, tonight |
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Tonight's the night tonight |
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Tonight's the night tonight |