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This young man he sits right by the bar
Beside the old folks, the jukebox, another jar
Left behind, and all alone
Stares down at the inbox of his phone, trying to hold his own

You'll see that glazed look in his eyes
That vacant stare, its no surprise
That those pupils rarely long to see
ALD and just approaching twenty three...

Get lashed just to force it all away
That thought banished for a single day, demons slayed
Just one more drink and he'll be fine
Although he says it all the time

Last orders and nowere to go
Sippin on JD and coke, forget the coke
Drink up mate, its closin' time,
Dont forget your coat, dont forget your coat

You'll see that glazed look in his eyes
That vacant stare, its no surprise
That those pupils rarely long to see
ALD and just approaching twenty three...

And he is haunted by so many, little thoughts
He dont bear thinking, whats in his mind anymore
And he is haunted by so many, little thoughts
So he drinks his mind away