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in a filthy old bar,
on a tattered old stool,
sat a man who believes all his visions were true,
but folk round this town all said "he's gone mad."
his hair hung too long,
he looked old for his age,
his face hung defeated, in bad need of a shave,
he told me his tale, for two shots and a beer.
let em believe it was just lies that he'd told,
the truth keep inside wait and explode.
i won't let you down,
i won't let you down.
he took a slug of his beer,
he swished it around,
took his first shot, slammed the glass down,
and then in hushed tones, he told me it all.
he started talking slow,
then he spoke real real fast,
and when he had finished i nervously laughed,
he asked if i believed or was i like the rest?
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