The story
He drinks slow and lets the night do its work.
He sits where the neon blinks and the cold beer stays close, watching smoke curl from his cigarette into the dark. The room is all hush and glare, and he keeps pouring one more drink to outrun whatever waits outside. By the end, the only thing left is the burn and the stall before morning.
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Lyrics
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