I know that I won't sing a song
For the people who have a different tongue
I know that you won't be there
But I will sit in the old chair
I know that my voice won't go out
Because you closed my mouth
I know that the bar will be full
And I will drink with a fool
I know that you won't see me
So I go to home and, again, sleep
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