| The last call bell rings at Au Revoir
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| It’s 3 o’clock and we’ve closed the bar
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| They’ve been going down fast, going down slow
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| The ice in my mouth won’t melt but you know
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| Where to go for another thrill
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| It’s Rebound where time stands still
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| It’s like '83 or '82
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| Or '85, it’s hard to tell
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| Down the stairs, laugh, no smoking sign
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| Coat’s covered in ash and my heart’s still full of wine
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| And it’s hard
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| It’s hard enough
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| Oh, it’s hard
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| The Fish Wall first, The Heavenly Rest
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| The Figure Eight
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| The Fish Wall first, The Heavenly Rest
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| The Figure Eight, then the one that I like the best
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| I watched the moves now I’ll get up and go
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| Back and forth with my head held low
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| Arms swing in time to the tune I don’t know
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| Sounds familiar but it’s sure not The Cure
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| Remember the days waiting by the phone
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| Or worse yet, losing a number at home
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| Ripped up bill just wet from the washer
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| Knowing that you never could, never would call her
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| Walk back and forth with my head held low
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| Arms swing in time to the tune that I don’t know
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| And it’s hard
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| It’s hard enough
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| Oh, it’s hard |