| Dark dark bar
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| Bright bright day
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| A man in a yellow suit
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| Pushes his drink away
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| He’s looking at the bottles
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| Lookin' at them real hard
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| He’s looking at the bottles
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| When those walls come tumbling down (down, down)
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| Feels someone near
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| Feels someone pour it down
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| Feels someone burn
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| Feels something
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| He’s looking at the bottles
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| Lookin' at them real hard
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| He’s looking at the bottles
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| When those walls come tumbling down (down, down)
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| Ah but there was not a time
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| When the walls came tumbling down
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| That the flush of brotherly love
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| Rushing through the drug-induced
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| Generosity of my veins
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| Like a pack of drunken hounds
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| Begging and bobbing through the alley ways
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| Of the long spiral down
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| Ah there was not a time
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| That did not contain within all this
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| A glimpse of the devil leering at me
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| Like there was some deep dark secret
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| That we shared
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| Not, no way, no how, not now
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| Dark dark bar
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| Bright bright day
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| The man in a yellow suit
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| Stares at his water
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| Stares at his water
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| Stares at his water, water, water |