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No more silence,

And no more sad.

He put his glass on the counter,

And his head in his hand.

They threw him out in the street.

Laughing,

And let him lay where he fell.

He was dying on the inside,

And no one could tell.

They couldn't get close

And none of 'em cared

After all, being belligerent

Won't make you good friends.

5

No more silence,

And no more sad.

He put his glass on the counter,

And his head in his hand.

They threw him out in the street.

Laughing,

And let him lay where he fell.

He was dying on the inside,

And no one could tell.

They couldn't get close

And none of 'em cared

After all, being belligerent

Won't make you good friends.

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