It's ten o'clock,
Outside it's dark,
I sit here and I drink.
Now why the fuck
Did I go back?
I don't know what to think.
She passes by,
I tell 'er "hi",
She wouldn't talk to me.
I don't know why
She makes me high.
Is she the one to be?
Although it's late
We're on a date
We're going home together.
For some it's bait,
Some call it faith,
But I hope for the better.
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