-Words by Jeff Brent
Waitress! Bring me another beer
Seems like years, I've been sitting here
About quarter past she was going to call
Just smoke cigarettes and stare at the wall
Got this empty feeling
So I'll fill it with drink
Dark circular thoughts
Pushing me to the brink
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