The story
He keeps standing where the night can still find him.
He leans into the bar like it’s the last honest place in town, drinking under neon and watching the room fill and empty around him. Every glass he lifts feels like another excuse, another hour passed, while the door keeps swinging open to a life he can’t quite leave behind.
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Lyrics
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