Lyrics

Friday night, looking for love
I’m the last one left in the club
Shaky hands, legs are weak
Got a problem so it seems
Last in the club
Signing out, The working week
Feel the night is at its peak
Scan the room for eyes to meet
In reflection, only me
Last in the club
Find a light, smokers seat
Conversation on repeat
Closing time, across the street
Open doors its only me
Last in the club
Written by: Marc Dwyer
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