| Well, they’re flickin on the bar lights
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| Bands playin one last song
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| And if you want another round better order it now
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| It’s last call
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| Crowds still rockin and its 2:01
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| The bartenders screamin at the top of his lungs
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| You don’t have to go home
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| But you can’t stay here
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| You can walk, you can crawl
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| Get carried off by the law
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| But you will get the hell out of here
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| You don’t have to go home
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| You don’t have to go home
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| But you can’t stay here
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| Well, theres a couple hidin' out
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| Gettin down in a bathroom stall
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| And there’s a 20 dollar bet just waitin on the
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| Eight ball to fall
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| Everybody’s beggin' for one last shot
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| Before they kick our butts into the parking lot
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| You don’t have to go home
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| But you can’t stay here
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| You can walk, you can crawl
|
| Get carried off by the law
|
| But you will get the hell out of here
|
| You don’t have to go home
|
| You don’t have to go home
|
| You don’t have to go home
|
| You don’t have to go home
|
| But you can’t stay here
|
| You can walk, you can crawl
|
| Get carried off by the law
|
| But you will get the hell out of here
|
| You don’t have to go home
|
| You don’t have to go home
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| You don’t have to go home
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| But you can’t stay here |