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Back alleys are so dark at twelve and one oâclock,
Iâm empty handed with only a glass but no I won't drink.
Its seven-thirty again Iâm dreaming that I had a life instead Iâll sit here on the edge of my bed singing stupid love songs that don't ever end.
I don't .
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