Eighteen-hundred miles from this old nightclub
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A girl is turning 22 today.
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How am I supposed to entertain you?
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My fingertips are worthless when my mind's so far away.
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Eighteen-hundred miles from Manhattan
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The nightclub yawns and opens up it's doors.
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Thank god that I don't have to pay the cover,
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'Cause every night I'm broker than I was the night before
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Yeah this old nightclub stole my youth,
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This old nightclub stole my true love,
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It follows me around from town to town.
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I just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down,
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I just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down.
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Telephones make strangers out of lovers,
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Whiskey makes the strangers all look good.
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Well my angel of the morning is in mourning.
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My life was misspent, don't let me be misunderstood.
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And this old nightclub stole my youth,
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This old nightclub stole my true love,
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It follows me around from town to town.
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I just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down,
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I just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down.
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Niteclub
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Old 97's |