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In her Smokey chamber of cunning rhythms
I displaced my mind in alcohol alliance
She "mm" laid her eyes on me
And suddenly sang- please rescue me
I tipped my head slowly to the left eyeing that guy
He was a tall figure with arms like popey
Your dead if you don't leave love alive
See I'd rather die in the strive
So like David I stood up and looked him in the eye
A bottle left my hand with a cry
Leaving the man in free fall
See counting money became his last call
I swept her in my arms flying through the entrance
-Wake up " a shit incompetence"
No jazz or signs of a miracle
Me and the bottle she stays untouchable.
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