Sitting at the table with my almost
empty glass I am looking through the
bottle that is featuring my past
And in this lonely silence where
the shadows reach the floor I am stuck
with brother booze who is crying out
for more
Brother booze, unhappy vision Out
of the darkness you have come Brother
booze, without hesitation You are softly
sneaking into this song
It is cold in this old town You know
it's freezing at last I am looking through
the hole No deal I guess
Let's call for drinks And kick away
these blues Join the parade of time
Cause there is nothing more to lose
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