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happy hour
(copyright © 2001 T. R. Hoatson)
there's no neon sign
glowing in my window
but there's a light in your eyes shining through
there may be no special on beer, to catch each last lonely tear
but this is still happy hour for me, 'cause i'm sitting here with you
there's no specials i can offer for half price
but my love is my iou
all our friends from this town, no they ain't hanging 'round
but this is still happy hour for me, 'cause i'm sitting here with you
there's no group sing-a-longs with some strangers
but there's a song in my heart that's brand new
got no bouncer outside my door, no peanut shells on the floor
in fact, it's just me and you
there's no banners to hang from my ceiling
but you can hang in my arms all night through
no giveaways for free, or big games on tv
but this is still happy hour for me, 'cause i'm sitting here with you
there's no table tucked away in the back corner
but there's a place in my heart reserved for few
no free bartender advice, that's never even worth that price
but this is still happy hour for me, 'cause i'm sitting here with you
there's no group sing-a-longs with some strangers
but there's a song in my heart that's brand new
got no bouncer outside my door, no peanut shells on the floor
in fact, it's just me and you
there's no band on a stage getting rowdy
just me and my guitar singing true
and there is no last call, for me and you at all
and this is still happy hour for me, 'cause i'm sitting here with you
with you, with you, with you
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