Like soldiers in a ghost army
Broken hearts rise
From the ashes of their jobs
Seeking each other, hoping

For another Sat’dy night
And it’s alright,
For another chance, another
dance, a smile, a kiss

And find their partner
for the night, for tomorrow.
And never again lie alone
Hoping, huddling, praying.

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