He is at the bar again when I come in
I know him, he's my friend
He belongs to the bar
He is there when I arrive,
He stays when I go home
Sometimes he plays pinball
Mostly sits alone
He's ten years in this city
Hops from bar to bar
He finds that home away from home
Where the homeless people are
When I first knew him,
He was running for soul
Looking for the magic music
And the perfect hole
He's lost that perfect touch that left us crying
I guess the sun went down
When he was flying
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