In this hour
When I don't care about the time
It has become common to me
Lacking common sense
In this fickle moment
The only thing constant
It is a soft ticking silent to my lips
From beer to beer I go
In the last boat
Until I get lost in the lost
Or shipwreck in unconsciousness
From beer to beer I go
And in a whisper I shout your name
And a strong smell covers me
Now no is here
I barely have the afternoon
To travel the distance
That separates me from my appointment
With any stranger
At this hour when
I don't the time matters I'm going....

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