She walks into stage
her makeup is all messed up
but she don´t care
I can hear some jazz in the background
a drunk pianist plays out of tempo
everything seems to be in order
finally the show starts
and I can see gray powder coming out of a gun
someone´s yelling at me
but all I can hear is the piano and the ice in my glass
I´m tired, is time to go home
strange night (…) the waiter is no longer there waiting for me
like every single night in the past 2 years
well, better for me (...) I don´t have a single penny
gotta run now, is raining and I don´t have time to waste
or maybe I have.
Do I know you?
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