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Vacancy

This empty house this vacant couch
Searched for you all around
Paid the price played my card.
Lost it all when you fell hard.
Tripping over feelings, this bar is cold
Dying for your face, this stories been told
Beaten black and blue, I'm nothing but old.
Would like another drink but my spirits been sold.
Written by Saucy89
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