I've sat here the evening through
Keeping two good barmen working
Thinking just of you
Now it's almost 2 a.m.
I could make a call to you
To offer my congratulations
And to hope my voice won't show
It's killing me to know
Your love has gone to you
Last call
All the way from heaven did I fall
Pain and sorrow fill my cup
While the lights are coming up
Last call
With every drink I've toasted you
And thought your last words over
You said I'd never change
Now look here it's closing time
It's closing time
I'll make one last call to you
And then I'll know it's really over
I stumble past the bend
My only change in hand
Three nickels and a dime
Last call
All the way from heaven
And there's nothing more to say
At all
Darkest sorrow fill my cup
While the lights are coming up
Last call
Pain and sorrow fill my cup
And they're calling bottoms up
Last call
Last call
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A attractiveEl Spr traditionally
In theory
I'll make the next time
There's plenty
There's plenty
Thank you.