Where the Lights Hang Low

There's a place I go
 Where the lights hang low
 Walls are stale
 From a thousand Marlborough lights
 And the carpet tells a tale
 Of a thousand Friday nights
 There's a man outside
 Big black holes for eyes
 Biting down on burnt-out cigars
 Plays forgotten songs on broken guitars
 There's a place I go
 Where the lights hang low
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 There's a place I've found
 On the edge of town
 Where all the girls dress in angelic white
 But age is so unkind under florescent lights
 And there's a man by the door
 Neatly stitched to the floor
 He's sat there for a thousand years
 And he'll sit there for a thousand more
 There's a place I go
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 Where the lights hang low
 Oh, there's a place I go
 Where the lights hang low