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

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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

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so my place or yours