Letra de Bar's Closed
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The bar's closed
It's time to go home
It's not to cold to walk it
It's time to go home
It's not to cold to walk it
I have a beer in my pocket
They say that you are what you eat
And I feel like I musta ate a king
And it's amazingly quiet on this street tonight
They say that you are what you eat
And I feel like I musta ate a king
And it's amazingly quiet on this street tonight
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