Boilermaker

Last stop on the way to vegas

Boilermaker
we said goodbye to arden
said goodbye to home
gave our regards to arden
and we were gone we were thrown
i won't believe them i won't be led to believe in you
this armchair cracked under the stress under the strain
he'd been strapped in for days
i closed my eyes slipped into the darkness slipped into this dream
they swarmed around us time for the reserves to kick in
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