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One night in a pub
another night in a club

while I was throwing money
like it grows on a tree

some other lad
was earning his bread
fixing a light bulb 

neon lights in my eyes
bass running through my bones
alcohol in my veins
made my body feel like home

building me up like a rebel
loud wild and unstable

but deep inside
something small
was turning weak
was turning feeble

he made money
making someone night brighter

I threw mine on alcohol
and called myself a fighter

king for a moment
lost by the night
he kept his future steady
I kept losing the fight

one day
our paths crossed

two different worlds
no lines no cost

his shoulder touched mine
sorry brother he said

I was deep in a hangover
lost inside my head

I just smiled and walked away
like nothing was said

he was an electrician
bringing light where it spread

fixing homes
making dark places bright

and me in my own world
losing my light

and in the end

while he was fixing wires
and building connection

I was already gone

living in my own
silent
electrocution