Scenes From A Corner Booth At Closing Time On A Tuesday

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[Verse 1]
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There's a Marlboro Man with horn-rimmed glasses
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Holdin' up the end of the bar
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Yeah, he's rubbin' his neck,

drink in his hand, ignoring the band
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I've seen him in this place before


[Verse 2]
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She's a fake I.D. with dirty blonde hair
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Sippin' on a Moscow Mule
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Aah, shirt too low, skirt too high
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Catchin' the eye of every Hefner   in the room


[Chorus]
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And maybe it's just me or is everybody in here
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Just as lonely?
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Or is it just another scene from a corner booth at closin' time
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On a Tuesday?


[Verse 3]
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There's a cellphone man with his tie on the table
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Nothin' in his glass but the rocks
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Yeah, he's watchin' the door,

checkin' the time, checkin' the town
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You can almost hear his heart

tick-tock


[Verse 4]
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Then the door flies open and the breeze blows
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And then I can see her

Wedding ring, you know that it ain't his
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And her lipstick is guilty red,

he pulls her close and they start to dance
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And they   fit right in


[Chorus]
                    F                  C
And maybe it's just me or is everybody in here
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Just as lonely?
                      F                            C
Or is it just another scene from a corner booth at closin' time
         G
On a Tuesday?


[Chorus]
                F                  C
Maybe it's just me or is everybody in here
           G
Just as lonely?
                      F                            C
Or is it just another scene from a corner booth at closin' time
        G
On a Tuesday?


[Bridge]
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Heyyyyyyyy     ohhh, yeah
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ooh


[Otro]
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Then the Marlboro man with horn-rimmed glasses
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Disappears with the dirty blonde hair
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And the bartender stacks the chairs
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And we all goooooo home