THE BRINK

-Words by Jeff Brent
© 1983

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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