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  Have you been drinking?

  'Cause it's not too late to start

  There's still a week

  Before they come and pull the place apart

  And I was thinking

  I have sorrows to be drowned

  Too complete to contemplate

  Without a friend around

  On Brunswick Street, the bits of broken glass

  Sparkle- brighter than the six or seven stars

And I'm reminded

Of a Sunday afternoon

How the sunlight caught the cigarette smoke

Curling through the room

And you behind it

Your hair in rubber bands

One more for the footpath

And we walked home holding hands

  Like the weekenders and window-shoppers do

  We were happier than either of us knew

  So act surprised

  It's been a while since I came calling

  I know it's late

  But Old Times' Sake- and all that junk

  I'll be alright

  We'll make tonight tomorrow morning

  Sometimes you want to go

  Where everybody knows you're drunk