A tavern or the other, the weather remains golden
Same waters flowing from kegs, bottles and glasses
To oceans though small never filling
Same people, same atmosphere, same lighting
Same music, there is even no need for a weather man
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Dresscodes since there are none, are not kept
But everyone uses the wardrobe, few tip
No one is dressed for a special occasion
It rains everyday and today is not different
Tipsy, drunk, then awash by the floods
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When the rain seizes and taps run dry
Everything is different, the view, the people
The mood, the room, the groom, the good
One in the hand of another, none in any
Thirst for a hand, a sip, a shot lingers in all
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The minds are like beer glasses, brittle and longing
Easy to read, pick, lead, frisk and kiss
Everyone needs something, eyes are so telling
Yet all night they lingered and wandered
A horse you can take to the river the rest y’all know
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Weather patterns and climates may change
But one remains steadfast, thirst and fashion
The music, the dance, the hand, the river
With water that quenches not, dams differ
Half, full or empty, after a bender