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He lay hands on my shoulder asked me how i'd been like any fool he thought he'd be forever king But those who rise on handouts sit on paper thrones it just takes one lit match or steady time to f*ck em in their hearts The way your life disintegrates during someone's thursday bar shift and the band plays on The way your life disintegrates in plain view on the dance floor to the sound of high lifes popping And the band plays on Oh god Drank whiskey from a silver flask on Bushwick Avenue that caught the street light sucker bright By the deli window with old sodas sitting sunbleached in the shimmering night Untouched for years and out of date who had I been when they went fresh into the light I drank away the obvious truth of bodies secrets hiding sadder than you'd think Think til reality seizured around me an innocent thursday the worst day An innocent thursday the worst day of my life I'll scatter his teeth beat him clean but an emptiness grins And I know it's a game I can't win tossing turning in rage futile as a hooked fish Stains the wood til the sun stained the sky as the fisherman smiles and he takes off the head and finally i slept And the band plays on Oh god I loved her with no thought for me, reckless as a drunk driver exhales and turns the key
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