| The days seem so familiar
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| There’s something about the evenings
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| Even though they change every now and then
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| (Kenny Chesney):
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| Well I can be myself here
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| I can free myself here
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| I can’t believe it’s last night again
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| I see things go down
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| I hear the talk of the town
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| Like an echo in my ear
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| If you should look for me
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| I’ll be right here
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| I can leave myself here
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| Or I could use some help here
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| I can’t believe it’s last night again
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| It’s a lonesome sound when this bar shuts down
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| So I guess I’ll have one more
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| Nothin' out there I ain’t seen before
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| I can leave myself here
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| I could use some help here
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| I can’t believe it’s last night again
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| I can’t believe it’s last night again
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| I can’t believe it’s last night again |