| Well, it’s closing time, I got no place to go No, I’m not tired; |
| nobody’s waiting at home
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| Hey, what about you? |
| Looks like you’re leaving alone
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| Guess that makes two — me and you
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| By the way, my name’s Jones
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| I know a place not far from here
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| That’s my dented red Chevy out front
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| You can follow me there
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| Chorus:
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| There’s no neon lights
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| It don’t stink of beer
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| It’s just a mile up the road
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| Just a minute from here
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| These arms are open all night
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| If you need someone to talk to A hand to hold onto
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| And if it feels alright
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| These arms are open all night
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| The band is through, they’re breaking down the drums
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| The took the singer’s keys, man, he was really drunk
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| They’re turning on the lights, we can’t stay here no more
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| I can take a hint, find my way out the door
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| So what do you think? |
| Are you going my way?
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| There’s still a whole lot left to this night
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| Baby, what do you say?
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| Chorus:
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| There’s no neon lights
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| It don’t stink of beer
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| It’s just a mile up the road
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| Just a minute from here
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| These arms are open all night
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| If you need someone to talk to A hand to hold onto
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| And if it feels alright
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| These arms are open all night
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| God only knows how long it’s been that I been so lonely
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| Back there at the stop sign
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| I see her headlights
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| I think she’s coming with me Chorus:
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| There’s no neon lights
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| It don’t stink of beer
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| It’s just a mile up the road
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| Just a minute from here
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| These arms are open all night
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| If you need someone to talk to A hand to hold onto
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| And if it feels alright
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| These arms are open all night |