Everybody's got a secret, Sonny,
Something that they just can't face,
Some folks spend their whole lives drinking to forget it.
They carry it with them every shot that they take.
Till some happy hour they just cut it loose
Cut it loose or let it drag 'em down,
In the Red Room no one asks any questions,
or looks too long in your face,
In the darkness on the edge of Summers.
In the darkness on the edge of Summers.
Some customers are born to be kind,
Other customers are just damn rude, anyhow,
I lost track of my tab and I lost my mind,
Them things don't seem to matter much to me now.
Tonight I'll be on that stool 'cause I just can't stop,
I'll drink on that stool with everything I got,
Lives on the line where dreams are doomed and lost,
I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost,
For wanting things when servers can't be found
In the darkness on the edge of Summers.
In the darkness on the edge of Summers.
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