| Budweiser clock says it’s almost twelve
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| I tipped the bartender, he rang that old bell
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| San Bernardino nights are great but they sure don’t feel like home
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| Right now in Tulsa they’ve turned up the lights
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| The band has stopped playin', they’ve called it a night
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| She’s makin' her way to the front door I know
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| She won’t be leavin' alone
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| If it’s midnight in California, must be closin' time in Oklahoma
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| I know that she’s already danced another night away
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| And these west coast nights sure seem colder
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| Knowin' somebody else’s arms will hold her
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| Midnight in California means it’s closin' time at home
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| I thought this distance between us might help me forget
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| But I’ve been here two weeks and it ain’t happened yet
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| A change of scenery hasn’t done a thing to change her mind
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| Oh, these west coast nights sure seem colder
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| Knowin' somebody else’s arms will hold her
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| Midnight in California means it’s closin' time at home
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| Yeah, midnight in California means it’s closin' time at home |