let's get the fuck out of here, it's like a congregation.
from every drink's glass drips condensation.
she's got her jacket on her back.
we put our last drinks back
and hit the first red light.
no one moves; no one stands
red-lip-sticks on her drink glass
he's gone for three nights, come on
he's gone for three nights, come on
come on come on come on
i got somewhere else to be
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