Midnight At The Fiasco Junction / We Love Vinyl, Coffee And The Lonely

 

"By midnight some are fallen asleep in their chairs/some are nursing their drinks like lost lovers/while others wait for others/but we hang our sorrows up at the door/and we smile like coming home/where until morning the band's gonna play/at

The Fiasco Junction cafe."

 


 

 

 

 

 

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