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5 dollars for the beer And 5 for your sadness Could have been something But the light went out Dust collecting to the right It could have been dynamite Champion of the come and unwind Instead in creeps what the devil may find Dreams don’t live here Only remnants of better days And the crackle of desperation So 5 dollars for the beer And 5 for your sadness The least I can do. Before moving on to the next spot.
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Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 8:00 PM UTC
Brews and Banter
5 dollars for the beer And 5 for your sadness Could have been something But the light went out Dust collecting to the right It could have been dynamite Champion of the come and unwind Instead in creeps what the devil may find Dreams don’t live here Only remnants of better days And the crackle of desperation So 5 dollars for the beer And 5 for your sadness The least I can do. Before moving on to the next spot.
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Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 8:00 PM UTC
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