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The bartender, poor bartender, he fixes the drinks For the music lovers, the cigarette bummers, the girls with the silly winks. He smiles as he serves them all, but we know what he really thinks As he runs his fingers through his hair, working out the kinks.
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
From The First Show
The bartender, poor bartender, he fixes the drinks For the music lovers, the cigarette bummers, the girls with the silly winks. He smiles as he serves them all, but we know what he really thinks As he runs his fingers through his hair, working out the kinks.
At my friend's debut show, I noticed the bartender would smile when he served drinks to all sorts of people. When they turned their backs, he would roll his eyes and run his fingers through his hair.
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
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