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
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crackle and come through.
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With a final benediction
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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
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beating in straight time,
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let our hatred and affection
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march in the same line,
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Before we say goodnight.
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Oh, protect our secret handshake
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once more with feeling.
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Let the toast to absent members
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push through the ceiling.
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Before we say goodnight.
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Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call
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| The Weakerthans |
