| I know it’s late and it’s a lot to ask of you
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| I know that you’ve been working, hey, I’m tired too
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| You probably thought that last call would be the last
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| And that we could dim these neon lights, but not so fast
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| Whiskey, there’s still lips you need to kiss tonight
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| Bottle, there’s a hand you need to hold
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| Hey, jukebox and cigarettes, your work here isn’t over yet
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| Just one more and then we can all go home
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| There used to be a place where I spent all my nights
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| With kisses sweet and loving arms to hold me tight
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| I hate that I have to lay this all on you
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| But if I can’t turn to old friends, who can I turn to?
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| Whiskey, there’s still lips you need to kiss tonight
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| Oh, bottle, there’s a hand you need to hold
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| Hey, jukebox and cigarettes, your work here isn’t over yet
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| Just one more and then we can all go home
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| Hey, jukebox and cigarettes
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| Whiskey, bottle, no you’re not through yet
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| Just one more, yeah, just one more
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| Oh, just one more and then we can all go home |