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I'm hanging at the billiard table
of this dark brown pub
And slowly it becomes light,
is it still late or early again?
It's quiet on the street,
the bartender rinses the glasses
And you drink another beer,
and I see everything straight is crooked
Last round, last round
I didn't find anything tonight
Last round, last round
Weighed but found wanting
One more time to the toilet,
I stumbled down the stairs
I was not bothered by anything,
until the mood gave out
It doesn't work out between us,
I have noticed that by now
So I had a good drink, < br/>this is how I deal with the disappointment
Last round, last round
Tonight I found nothing
Last round, last round
Weighed but found wanting
I hang on the billiard table
of this dark brown pub
And slowly it becomes light,
is it still late or early again?
Last round, last round
Tonight I found nothing
Last round, very last round
Weighed but found wanting
Last round