it's thursday, payday, just cashed my check, i'm sitting at the bar a quarter after three, with a pocketful of money, with no place to be, washing the week away with a few pints of lager, happy hours starting soon and the price will go down, everyone from work is already here, laughing and joking playing pool and joker poker, the money starts flowing, the shots come around, one for you and you and you, and another round behind them, the owner starts smiling, he buys a round for the house and here i am in the middle of the crowd, why do i feel all alone?Birth sign: Libra
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