| I see main street closing
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| Miles of «for sale» signs
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| And them fields ain’t growing
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| Fast enough to get us by
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| I feel the sweet release
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| Of a Friday night
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| For a couple of hours we can run this town
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| Till it runs dry
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| Tip it on back, make it feel good
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| Sip a little more than you know you should
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| Let the smoke roll, off of your lips
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| Let it all go whatever it is
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| And tip it on back
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| So grab the girl you came with
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| And set her world on fire
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| And watch her sway and singing to the music
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| Until it’s all alright
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| Yeah
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| Tip it on back, make it feel good
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| Sip a little more than you know you should
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| Let the smoke roll, off of your lips
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| Let it all go whatever it is
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| And tip it on back
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| I don’t wanna lose this feeling
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| And I don’t wanna close my eyes
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| I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight
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| So tip it on back
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| Tip it on back, make it feel good
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| Sip a little more than you know you should
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| Let the smoke roll, off of your lips
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| Let it all go whatever it is
|
| And tip it on back
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| Yeah, I don’t wanna lose this feeling
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| I don’t wanna close my eyes
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| I don’t wanna remember what i’m here to forget tonight
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| So tip it on back
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| Just tip it on back
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| Feel the sweet release of a friday night
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| For a couple of hours we can run this town
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| Till it runs dry
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| Tip it on back |