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| at the gap |
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| It's Monday
night in a shadowy bar at the south end of town A bass and guitar are making their way upstairs The smoke isn't bad, there are plenty of places to sit yourself down The waiter is late with the fries, but nobody cares Chorus: You can count on your fingers the songwriting singers Performing tonight at the Gap And they're doing all right, for a working day's night Where the music is always on tap There's a girl in the corner, sitting alone, and she's humming a song A guy at the bar says he doesn't know what it's about Maybe the reason they're here is more than just getting along Sooner or later they're bound to figure it out (Repeat Chorus) Some say they come to the Gap for a drink Some say they come for the food It doesn't matter, behind all the chatter The music is setting the mood (Repeat Chorus) |
At the Gap |