it's 12 o'clock on a tuesday
the not-so reguluar (but good) crowd shuffles in
there's a young man sitting next to me
making love to his bars, tabs, and cocain
he says, "girl, will you sing me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
but it's sad and it's sweet and i knew it complete
when i wore a different man's clothes
la daa da dee dah dah
sing us a song
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