This door is always open,
This door is always open,
No one has the guts to shut us out.
But if we have to go now,
I guess there's always hope that,
Some place will be serving after hours.
This night is winding down but
One final final round cos
We're finally drunk enough that,
We're finally soaking up,
The hours that everyone else throws away.
And if we have to go now,
I guess there's always hope,
Tomorrow night will be more of the same.
This night is winding down but
One final final round cos
We're all right where we're supposed to be
We're all right where we're supposed to be
We're all right where we're supposed to be
We're all right where we're supposed to be,
This door is always open,
This door is always open,
No one has the guts to shut us out.
No one has the guts to shut us out.
One final final round cos
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