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The ashtray's full of yesterdays
And promises we didn't keep
The matchbox has a single left
Before the final sleep
The club is closing lights come up
The last of the champagne in the cup
We linger at the corner booth
Avoiding any final truth
The last cigarette the final drag
A conversation in a bag
Of everything we didn't say
Before the closing of the day
The last cigarette the burning end
A habit I can't comprehend
But hold it tight between my fingers
As the final moment lingers
The doorman's keys are jangling loud
The sidewalk's taking in the crowd
I stand alone beneath the marquee
And wonder what became of we
The last cigarette the final drag
A conversation in a bag
Of everything we didn't say
Before the closing of the day
The last cigarette the burning end
A habit I can't comprehend
But hold it tight between my fingers
As the final moment lingers
Some things end not with a bang
But with the softness of a hang
That leaves you wanting what you had
Before the silence makes you sad
The last cigarette
Is not quite finished yet
A symbol of regret
That I cannot forget
