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So I'm going to the thrift store to buy a suit for a funeral
For another dead friend I guess I'm kind of getting used to it now
Stopping by the bar on the way, you know it isn't that unusual
Because I gotta keep my chin up and the bottle's gonna show me how
Cause another good kid hits the end of a broken road
And truth be told I don't know how I bear the load
And another righteous soul is moving on to a brighter path
Let's raise a glass in hopes that this might be the last
Saturday afternoon, an empty seat at the bar
You left so early, we've got hours til last call
Speedball livin' and you're only gonna get so far
Only the good die young, the rest we get fuck all
Stumblin' out the bar, it's after dark, the thrift store's closed
Spit shine my boots and try to borrow someone's tie
And if my gaze could pierce this fog I know
Tonight I'd see another star up in the sky
So lonely without all them kids around
Everybody's leaving and I'm living in a ghost town