| It’s Friday night and I’m back again,
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| With my old guitar and my trusty grin
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| And a best you don’t come in here sign
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| Tatooed on this heart of mine
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| From a dirty brown shag carpet stage
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| I sing my song and I pace the cage
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| Stuck up here in the twilight zone
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| Staring out to the great unknown
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| There’s an old Hank Williams figurine
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| Hangin' by a guitar string
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| From the pull chain of the Pabst Blue Ribbon sign
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| With a clock that’s stopped on half past nine
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| Yeah the time ain’t changed 'round here in years
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| Same sad stories same old tears
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| Ain’t nobody wants to be alone
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| Out here in the great unknown
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| You can find a stool there at the bar
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| Designed to take you nowhere far
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| They got a mirror back behind the whiskey shelves
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| Where we don’t dare look back at ourselves
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| Just past the men’s room down the hall
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| Barely hangin' there on a plaster wall
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| A faded sticker on the old pay phone
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| Says welcome to the great unknown
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| It’s out beyond a yonder star
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| It’s all up in there where you are
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| By some cosmic wind we’re blown
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| Out into the great unknown
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| Hopes and dreams and ash and dust
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| It all seems to either rot or rust
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| Souls wrapped up in flesh and bone
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| Heartbeats in the great unknown
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| It’s Friday night and I’m back again |