The band can play its happy tune,
The sun can shine then make way to the moon.
The tears can dry from that girl's face
The torment in her mind erased.
But I know how this story ends,
I've seen it all before,
The bugles by the bandstand,
Send the dusk behind the door,
Trailed by bad news round the corner
Making memories too vivid to ignore.
I'm shutting up the shop,
I'm laying down the insulation,
I'm putting all this to a stop,
I'm picking up my information.
We're closing soon.
I'm closing soon.
We're closing till we close.
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