There's a place in Sand Canyon
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Where the sun's always set
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Beneath the Sierra Nevadas
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In the shadow of a cliff
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There's a face in the mirror
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I haven't seen yet
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This bar looks as good as any
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For a little refreshment
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Closing time, closing time
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I'll sit here awhile
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And drink this bottle real slow
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And let the jukebox lull me gently
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Before it's time to go
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Give me refuge from the daytime
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Give me solace from the night
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Let me tithe in the only church I know
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Give me one more drink before the lights go low
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Closing time, closing time
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Turn the key, lock the door
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I'm going home
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Closing Time
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| Willard Grant Conspiracy |
