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A quiet night

All stars are out

Disrupted by a roaring bike

He's all alone

He's going home

We've all been there before

Left nor right

No cars in sight

And slowing down's a waste of time

The blinding lights

The burning tyres

We've all heard'em before

Hey bartender, one more round

I need salvation

For me this year's been really hard

All I need's one more

Fill the glasses to the top

Don't be stingy

I need to drown my aching heart

Before I can go home

A violent crash

The street's a mess

He's got no choice but to confess

One last call

Pour drinks for all

We've all been there before

And now, out cold

With broken bones

Again he won't be coming home

A crying child

A distant sirene

We've all heard'em before