A broken man
Without a glass
Is with me now
He's off his face
Without a clue
How peace got here
Seven years too late
I don't wanna know
This heaven is too late
I don't wanna know
Gets up to leave
From where he sat
Looks to the door
Gets to his feet
Makes for beneath
And hits the tiles
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