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Let the waitress put the chairs up |
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Let the glasses that you broke |
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Form a picture of our leader |
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With a halo made of smoke |
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Let the golden oldies station crackle and come through |
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With a final benediction we'll hum along to |
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Before we say goodnight |
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Let our talk about the ball game |
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And the weather show we care |
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Like a sound we didn't notice |
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Until it stopped and left us there |
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With the traffic and our heartbeats beating in straight time |
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Let our hatred and affection march in the same line |
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Before we say goodnight |
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Oh protect our secret handshake once more, with feeling |
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Let the toast to absent members push through the ceiling |
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Before we say goodnight |
