It's different when you're lonely,
the whole world's in love.
Holding hands between bar stools,
and you're holding your tounge.
Hold on - you're so fucked up...
so fickle.
Isn't this what you want?
So simple, so single.
But it's different when you're helpless.
When the bars close their doors,
growing hostile towards your waitress...
those extra tips went ignored.
It's different 'cause you're desperate...
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