| Somehow I wound up with the keys
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| I guess it’s still my turn to close
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| I’ll give the pastor hit last drink for free
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| And maybe have my ride home when he goes
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| But I’ll be the last one out
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| I’ll leave it all behind me like it was —
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| A good night’s one that falls where it’s supposed to
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| And a light is on for anyone that does
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| There’s a nail or two in every window
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| But a back door never locks this side of town
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| And there’s a car parked one wheel on the sidewalk
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| For every Smiling Jim that comes around
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| But I’ll be the last one out
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| I’ll leave it all behind me like it was —
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| A good night’s one that falls where it’s supposed to
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| And a light is on for anyone that does
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| The radio speaks in tongues
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| With bits of song that I once knew
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| It’s warm tonight but I close my coat
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| As if I might still owe a chill to you
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| Let’s call out Crazy, he’s in back
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| Then we can put this one to bed
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| With that old song about the old rugged cross
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| Or the one where I think I’m going out of my head
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| But I’ll be the last one out
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| I’ll leave it all behind me like it was —
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| A good night’s one that falls where it’s supposed to
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| And a light is on for anyone that does |