It’s too late for a nightcap
Too soon to go home
I’m too wiped out to party
But I don’t want to be alone
I’m too rough for romance
Too smooth to resist
I’m too wild for one woman
But I could sure use a kiss

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I’ll never dance until dawn
I’ll never really feel at home
I’ll never lay around stoned all summer long again
I finally understand
Where the pavement ends
And mere mortal men

I’m too poor to be a playboy
Too proud to be bought
Too slow to make trouble
And too fast to get caught
I’m too old to be a soldier
Too blissed out to fight
Too drunk to be driving
And too smart to try

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If I could do it over
I’d own a souvenir stand
On some dust covered highway
On some boarded up strand
Where the ghost of a thrill ride
Looms, creaks, and commands
Lost armies of seagulls
On a kingdom of sand

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