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Well the clocks are quiet |
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Little Joe's in jail |
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He got stopped late Sunday |
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Piss drunk and ordinary |
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Took a swing, no bail |
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And Clyde only smiles |
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When Mary Anne is here |
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You know she married too young |
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To a poor anyone |
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For money, for fear |
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It's happy hour |
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The music is loud |
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It's happy hour |
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Tell a joke |
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Light a smoke |
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Just let the day go for now |
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Now things aren't the same |
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Since Toby was killed |
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For a while we assumed |
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He got fed up and moved |
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For his dream in Nashville |
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But we're all moving targets |
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And it's all for sale |
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Either a pearl shaped pill |
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Is killing your will |
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Or you're tooth and nail |
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It's happy hour |
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The music is loud |
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It's happy hour |
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Tell a joke |
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Light a smoke |
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Just let the years go for now |
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Just let the years go for now |
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Now it's barely dark out |
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But it's falling light |
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Maybe I should go |
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Settle in at home |
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I could sit and write all night |
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But I've got trouble |
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That don't let me move |
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If you had everything you wished for |
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Then what would you live for |
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And what would you lose? |
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It's happy hour |
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Voices get loud |
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It's happy hour |
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Tell a joke |
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Light a smoke |
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Just let your dreams go for now |
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Just let your dreams go for now |
