| Our favorite joints in town
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| Close down at two, what can we do?
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| Darkness…
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| Walking drunk through empty streets
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| We have nowhere to do
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| 'Cos there’s no place where you can drink
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| I think this situation stinks
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| Hopeless…
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| This law can’t be the right way
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| We want our beer night and day
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| Open all night — closing time chock
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| Can’t take it no longer
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| Fight for your right — whiskey and beer
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| Straight into the morning
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| Open all night — please! |
| All night!
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| The drinks are locked away
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| The crowds are moving towards the place
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| Where automatic Emma stands
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| Thirsty…
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| Dispensing beer and more
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| A dream machine, a gift of God
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| Empty…
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| Out of luck, this evening sucks
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| Those drinks we always need’em
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| Let’s fight for beverage freedom
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| Now that the city’s dead
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| You can’t get home without a car
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| Subway
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| Doesn’t run past one o’clock
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| You stagger home on foot
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| The wrong direction mile for mile
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| And getting sober all the while
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| Panic…
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| Don’t want no more frustration
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| Make this an all night nation
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| Where can we hang out later?
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| At home? |
| They’d tear the place apart
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| Chaos…
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| Just one way: don’t close the bars |