Weekend night there's a cannon on the loose lock and loaded by the bar locked up inside hiding on a frightful self-righteous ride loaded with false expectations anticipations confiding in allied spirits chiding their trite irritations armed with memories insideous hopeful projections infuriating regretful rejections infused with passionate apologies but all locked up inside and loaded by the bar I want to get that phone call I know you aren't going to make I want to think I'm in your dreams though I know someone else lives there now I want to see an unexpected forgiving smile in an unplanned social encounter I want to unload these torturous doubts and unlock the feelings I have inside
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