In the peach room with no curtains near the metro.
Black-roof country, no bartenders, tired patrons.
Lo-def tvs run-down fluorescents burn your dark eyes.
Donna smiles on you leaving, her contentment.
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the servers run from the customers.
At the bar she was unkindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the bad tip now remembered.
Calm down tiger too much peach burns your dark eyes.
She's just texting, goodbye happy hour, tired patrons.
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the servers run from the customers.
Lo-def tvs run-down fluorescents burn your dark eyes.
Donna smiles on you leaving, her contentment.
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the servers run from the customers.
At the bar she was unkindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the bad tip now remembered.
Calm down tiger too much peach burns your dark eyes.
She's just texting, goodbye happy hour, tired patrons.
I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the servers run from the customers.
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