Wednesday, October 21, 2009

hard drugs are for bartenders

Dear boys from The Matinee,

Come back to Edmonton. Stay. Party with me. My lover never came. This gypsy heart is lonely these days. Stay. Party with me. I'm not sure he is my lover. Take me with you. Take this heart out of the prairies. There is no love. Drop me off in the big city. A real big city. The night ends with a broken bottle. Or maybe it's just an empty bottle. A bit like my heart, I suppose. Stay. Take me with you. Party through the tough times.


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