it's different when you're helpless
when the bars close their doors
growin' hostile towards your waitress
those extra tips went north
it's different 'cause your desperate
beggin mercy on the sidewalk
to a sea of last callers
keep the conversations quick and
keep 'em interested
you're different and they sense it
your eyes can't disguise it
so glassy, half empty
ready to spill...
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