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The hands on the clock stopped moving a long time ago
To the horror of cops and mothers and daughters
But i've made it to 2am
Now it's nothing to do with them
It's my life - or funeral
Another round for me, and those old friends
I know it might appear to be lonely
So here's to the ___ on
Let's drink till the stone is gone
Then start over again
A man raises his hat, and says, "johnnie walker" to you
He ___ stands guard for the tower of london
There's heroes and villians here
Captain morgan and belvedere
And queen victoria
Wild turkeys and bass abound in this ____ oon
And even the grouse is said to be famous
Flying through mars to bed
Triennals and stars of red
Swirling into the air
Let's ride a white horse all the way from sambucca to rome
____ack the back on the mythical centaur (sator?)
______ strike on the harp
We sail on the ______
Over the air _____
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