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| Aye.
Looks like crooks
I want to stop and play Thanks for the ego boost As I look down and walk away. Maybe one more drink And I'll think of something to say Then one more after that And things will go my way. Hope my credits good here, I've got no cash to pay The ATM was busted But I couldn't stay away. The laundry needs done My place stinks like an ashtray I should probably feed the cat Before he passes away. But there's ones with stories similar With interesting things to say How could I miss this opportunity How can I walk away? Such is the life of a barfly, Floating in the grey. Taking down the poison To join the chattering frey. |
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| Added: Nov 13, 2009 |
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