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I don't remember coming home,
I'm told the night was full of stars.
One more silhouette although I don't smoke,
maybe one more drink in a fictional pub downtown?
How can you say it's not always this way,
in the pissed haze of a cider-rich night?
Some people say that it's only a walk in the park,
some people say that's baloney, getting lost in the dark.
Anxiety received them like a grand hotel
and the staff are so rude at the anxiety hotel.
It's pissing it down outside the lobby,
it's a sick mood at sunset
for the seventh imagining of William Street,
person sometimes.
I don't remember coming home,
although the night was full of stars.
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