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Last chance saloon

Sipping on a drink in the last chance saloon
Watching the sun being replaced by the moon
Thinking of chances been and gone
Wishing I had another one
Feeling like a dog chasing cars
Knocking back whiskey beneath the stars
Then in walks a drink disguised as hope
I sip and think man what a dope
I take a big gulp of self pity
I know now I'll never escape this bar or this dirty old city
Written by cheesa
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