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written by john kringstad

almost closing time

you're usually on my mind

tonight we're hand in hand

you're swaying to the band

the drinks are kicking in

I feel your touch on my skin

still drives me wild

damn, I missed your smile

why do we play these games

why can't I take your name and number off my phone

and leave the past alone

why do I always fall, run every time you call

hang on every word you say, knowing there'll be hell to pay

you've got your ways

of keeping me in love with you

so my place or yours


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