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Text: No Justice. Live At Billy Bob's Texas. The Toast.


Verse

Haven't I seen you here before, maybe you look like someone else. Your silhouette is like the

devil, but your eyes are to blue for me to care. I wonder if you noticed my face, are you still

staring at that band. My emotions running wild, like a freight train bound for no where. I?d buy

you a drink but I don't know your brand.

So here's to you, and here's to me. Best of friends that we'll always be

and if perhaps we tend to disagree, here's to me.


Verse

Mr. Bartender pour me a shot once more, to drive my cares and fears away. Well I?m down to my

last cigarette and it's broken. Oh well guess I didn't need the damn thing anyway. She just

walked by my table and she gave me a second glance. My eyes followed her to the backroom door.

Now she's talking to another man, I guess I just lost my chance. Hey bartender I'll have two

more.


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