This old man reminded me of myself
Opined the irony of drinking to health
We drank to the angels that came to watch us drown
Thankful if angels are even standing around
And the bar was dead
But we weren't dead yet
We were on our own way
If myself reminded the old man of his
It never came up but our differences did
He said, "Son, you're in line to save a little love
Don't do what I did
I shot down the dove"
And we had one more
Then I had one more
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