"When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies?"
"I don't want nobody comin over to my table.
I've got nothing to talk to anybody about...
All good dreamers passes this away someday,
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes.
Dark cafes...
Only this darkness before I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away...
Only a phase, these dark cafe days..."
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