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Empty bottles on the tableBlack roses on the groundSilhouettes of people dancingTo an unfamiliar soundHello stranger, can I call you a friend?My friend, I'm going downWith empty bottles on the tableBlack roses on the groundGround bottle six with the permanent blissRazor sharp glass lips, give me a kissEyes fixated with the familiar shapeBlack label, white letters, they integrateCubans in the bar room with harpoonsI bloom in the night fog like mushroomsSee every bullet hole in the window of my pastNow that's what I call a shot glass (2, 3, 4)Empty bottles on the tableBlack roses on the groundSilhouettes of people dancingTo an unfamiliar soundHello stranger, can I call you a friend?My friend, I'm going downWith empty bottles on the tableBlack roses on the groundLetras de cancionesCount the cracks on the sidewalkPack the cigarette box in my left palmFlame on the tip of a smokeI don't know where the light came fromLegs like a ghost, I still walkWhole world mushed concrete, feels softBlinded by the cameras pop flashI'm a big fan, shot glass? (2, 3, 4)Empty bottles on the tableBlack roses on the groundSilhouettes of people dancingTo an unfamiliar soundHello stranger, can I call you a friend?My friend, I'm going downWith empty bottles on the tableBlack roses on the groundOh, what a life it's beenWhat about my life in there? What about the would and when's?If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't know shit about me, manYou didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back thenLook at you, fucking faggot, what you looking at, punk?What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you want?Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give me the bottleAnd then it's bottoms-up, what a positive role modelHey wolf, wolf!Come on man, time to goWake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all,take a Tylenol, shake it offWanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-offWake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all,take a Tylenol, shake it offWanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-offEmpty bottles on the tableBlack roses on the groundSilhouettes of people dancingTo an unfamiliar soundHello stranger, can I call you a friend?My friend, I'm going downWith empty bottles on the tableBlack roses on the groundEmpty bottles on the tableBlack roses on the groundSilhouettes of people dancingTo an unfamiliar soundHello stranger, can I call you a friend?My friend, I'm going downWith empty bottles on the tableBlack roses on the ground From Letras Mania