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"Lights Come OFn"

You're a crack-of-dawn, Monday-morning, coffee strong

Poured everything you got into a paycheck Friday night
You're a PowerstQERWroke diesel, backhoe-riding king of beers, 18-wheeler
Driving, living life in between the lines
Of clocking in and quitting tiSme
But then the six-string circus comes to town
We hangSthem spDASDkers over thSe crowd