Riddle me this, as I'm stuck on my chair
Why I'm alone but I can hear the voices, yeah
Dark, pitch black but I can see it's face
As I stare into space, a reflection stares back
I'm looking into the mirror
A small glitter in his eyes, but he doesn't look surprised
As he gives a devilish smile
Leave this house with a bottle o' whisky
No plan or direction and the time is 12.50
He might end up somewhere risky
But he isn't bothered 'cause he's already made up his mind
Have you got somewhere to stay son?
You look a tad gone and you seem lost
Get on that bus, and follow the night to where it takes us
You're half empty but that bottle's half full
Keep on drinking 'cause you might get enough balls
To say those words you've planned out
Like a script, it all falls into place
You've got a place to rest your head
Drinking whisky straight
In a public place
And you're under age
Can you see the light?
At the end of this night
There's no sense or sight
You'll end up alone
So pick up that phone
You knew it all along
Leave this house with a bottle o' whisky
No plan or direction and the time is 12.50
He might end up somewhere risky
But he isn't bothered 'cause he's already made up his mind
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