Drinking dry the bar max your credit card, there’s nothing like a Friday night in town.
Friends have met you there they’ve all now gone to bed, still looking for a good time to carry on, one more round to keep your spirits high.

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(You) ain’t gotta go home but you can’t stay here. X3

Can’t stay here Your troubles from the day have faded far away, whisky warms your throat and numbs your blues.
Band keeps playing loud feet don’t touch the ground. Dancing with a stranger feels so good, one more round to keep your spirits high.

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