Two dollars, twentyseven cents January seventeenth, 2006 Here in a diner with my friends Talking about how the year went A few years later I walk in Patty knew my drink And she asks where the hell weve been? You used to come here every night Its not the same without you kids I cut my hand on a piece of glass The time we found Dave half dead in the parking lot Spent the rest of the night in the ER I cut my hand on a piece of glass And I hope the scar lasts So I dont forget that Theres been a table for me there Through coffee eyes and blank stares Our late night affairs Theres always been a table for me there So you can try to forget or say its the past You know youll always end up right back where you left I ended up here late at night on Thanksgiving The fall that Colleen left This was the place to call home When it felt like the world didnt want us I watched Mike slash Mons tires We laughed about it later I watched friendships dissolve In the booth on the back wall I cut my hand on a piece of glass And I hope the scar lasts Theres been a table for me there Through coffee eyes and blank stares Our late night affairs Theres always been a table for me there So you can try to forget or say its the past You know youll always end up right back where you left Theres always been a table for me there Theres always been a table for me there Theres always been a table for me there Through all of the years Theres always been a table for me there Through all of the years Theres always been a table for me there Through all of the years Theres always been a table for me there
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