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Green Day Closing Time

Closing time, open all the doors And let you out into the world Closing time, turn all of the lights On over every boy and every girl Closing time, one

the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be. Down at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the

matter fact 3-0-5, I'll jump off the G4, we can meet outside So control your hormones and keep your drawers on 'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your

that's it for the introductions. And now, the story. A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... uh.... Oh, excuse me... Once upon a time --- I think

close to me and that ain't how it's supposed to be Nigga want respect but what do you show me you Playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me

gang green niggas on the tracks ye be on the tracks this where kobe and lebron root for the same team could live my life blind fold cuz every time my eyes close

ain't hard to find I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green limes It's hustle time

I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The green

can never get out of the line of sight Like a barren winter day or a patch of unburned green Like a tragic real dream, I guess it struck a nerve Every day