Every afternoon at five oclock I forget all about you There aint nothin bout this honky tonk To remind me were through And I can put off going back To that ol empty house you swore youd never leave From the loneliness you handed me I can get a brief reprieve... From here until closing time It wont matter youre gone I can fill up my emptiness Maybe make it on my own From now til they lock the doors Put the chairs up and sweep the floors You wont even cross my mind From here until closing time Well, the good ol days are good and gone Since you left without me If I could figure out where we went wrong Then maybe Id be free From these ties that bind my foolish heart And just wont let me start my life again Then I wouldnt need this lonesome bar Where I come to pretend... You might also likeFrom here until closing time It wont matter youre gone Your memory wont break my heart I can make it on my own From now til they lock the doors Put the chairs up and sweep the floors You wont even cross my mind From here until closing time Every afternoon at five oclock I forget all about you...
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