There is no right when no one is left,
Hands down, you've been disarmed.
They've got a good balance,
Girls up front with upright backs.
I'm trying to avoid every question
But frankly, no one ever asked.
Instead we got past the full awkwardness
In three-fourth's time, with a cheap disco ball
And a stranger against my chest.
We never made a name to remember,
Not even a chance to tell each other our lies.
Our clips floated down from a gunslinger's song
A harmonica drawn to etch away a shallow night.
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