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a man walks into a bar he thinks he has found his place and by the steady row of hands he keeps drinking up his past a man walks around the bar they say "explore", but won't let him out the only view he gets is walls the only beer he drinks is ours a man crawls down round the bar a man jumps high through the chairs a man sips a tasty wine a man drains the ugly pint a man walks into a bar says "guys, there's great life outside" so our man there breaks the glass and he promptly says good-bye.
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Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 1:23 PM UTC
a bar called Life
a man walks into a bar he thinks he has found his place and by the steady row of hands he keeps drinking up his past a man walks around the bar they say "explore", but won't let him out the only view he gets is walls the only beer he drinks is ours a man crawls down round the bar a man jumps high through the chairs a man sips a tasty wine a man drains the ugly pint a man walks into a bar says "guys, there's great life outside" so our man there breaks the glass and he promptly says good-bye.
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Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 1:23 PM UTC
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