west moon
she hung on to the bar like a lazy moon
hanging on to the last hope of youth
she faded slowly until all that was left was her
neon ghost holding drunk men at bay
her laughter echoed over that sad country
song of love lost found lost and death
god took her wine soaked soul
before the song ended
hanging on to the last hope of youth
she faded slowly until all that was left was her
neon ghost holding drunk men at bay
her laughter echoed over that sad country
song of love lost found lost and death
god took her wine soaked soul
before the song ended
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