Shot glass after shot glass to see who was the fastest. Branded from the time of birth I always had this empty thirst. Feeling were entirely suppressed with unanswered requests as I slowly bled to wherever I fled. The drinks blocked my line of sight causing another lonely plight. I rode my share of ghost horses through those nightly courses. I was there for last call on many a pub crawls, but that snake oil didn't heal at all it just left me with a stammering drawl. There were plenty of cold nights where I would just sit tight letting the band get my goat as they played their blues notes. The drinks blocked my line of sight causing another lonely plight. I rode my share of ghost horses through those nightly courses. The air was always chocked with the haze of cigarette smoke, as quarters laid on the pool table waiting on the next legendary fable. The enclosing gloomy dark always left its lasting burn mark After these wild impromptu quests, I always turned up hollow and depressed. The drinks blocked my line of sight causing another lonely plight. I rode my share of ghost horses through those nightly courses.
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