Good Times

Lyrics
[Verse 1] The person who said, 'One last drink!' has headed to bed Just the wood in that old burning fire keeps me company instead As I watch it just crackle and burn, there's one bitter lesson I learn Don't take for granted the things that she did and she said [Pre-Chorus 1] They say the pub cellar here has a couple of ghosts Landlord and landlady, 13th century hosts They would drink too much then they would fight; I still hear them blaspheming at night At least those two spectres still argue from pillar to post [Chorus] They lived through the good times, struggled through bad times The pub, it reopened then closed Put up a new sign, took down the old sign New problems only arose They put on a disco, put on a raffle Even put on a pub quiz The death of the disco probably her fault The death of relationship his [Verse 2] As I look at the pub clock, it's turning the small hand to three Previously, this time of night, she'd be listening to me Now the conversation I got, like the convict, it ain't a real lot The jailbird you feel sorry for has more partners than me [Pre-Chorus 2] In the middle of August I see, when the beer garden's packed They order their drinks and I feel like the opening act That banter they have in the sun is worse 'cause some have us none Joke told to self is less funny; that's just a fact [Chorus] They lived through the good times, struggled through bad times The pub, it reopened then closed Put up a new sign, took down the old sign New problems only arose They put on a disco, put on a raffle Even put on a pub quiz The death of the disco probably her fault The death of relationship his [Bridge] She's the first girl I kissed that caused me to cry That gave me real heartache but set my soul free I lit the first cigarette that caused the addiction That gave her the cancer and took her from me [Chorus] They lived through the good times, struggled through bad times The pub, it reopened then closed Put up a new sign, took down the old sign New problems only arose They put on a disco, put on a raffle Even put on a pub quiz The death of the disco probably her fault The death of relationship his
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