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The Next Song on the Jukebox Trapped somewhere between the ocean and the sky blown about like bits of leaves and cigarettes it is useless to ask why we end up where we do useless to regret the hours so shamelessly wasted happy enough to find a place where time moves slowly for a little while happy enough to be spending your last bills on one more drink knowing the next song on the jukebox will be the one to set us free. |