.[Verse 1]
Jeff Buckley's grace was playing loud as hell
In the back of an old dive bar>
So I step outside and light a cigarette
Take in the fumes of the passing cars
Loud angry drunks and a few crust punks
Fill every crevasse of St. Marks
Some things have changed si.
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