When the laughter goes silent Like a bar at closing Where the chairs are all up The floor is swept And it’s me and this bottle With all the ghosts of the night Their owners in cabs Or sitting on couches Sharing kisses and flirting Continuing on the present While I’m here drinking With their memories Giving a toast to what was While what is goes on While I’m still sitting here The living dead with spirits
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