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Eyes may be blurred but I can still make out silhouettes
Finding my way through the crowd smoking cigarettes
In a dingy little room but I let the signs light my way
As neon beckons me like a beacon towards the whisky,
I know I should go but I stay.
The night was still young I would make a mistake or two as the hand traveled across the face
but no one in there paid much attention to that it wasn’t that kind of place
Legs were so numb but I could still squeeze out pirouettes as I drank my way towards a chair.
The last thing I remember was talking to her her but I don’t know what happened from there.
Ears ring, ring, ring but I can still make out harmonies
Think there’s a band playing on the stage next to me
And all I know to do is to medicate to forget
But like I was saying its not a habit
Run Run Run away
I know I should go but I stay.
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