"Reunion Cafe" genre: Power Pop
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	(Winter 1996-97) It's a bar we've all been to and hope we'll never end up at.
	MP3.com CD: Wetbrain - buy it! CD: Wetbrain   Label: Fat Guy Rock
	Lyrics Grafted to her barstool, the hard-luck machine spills a steady of fifty cent tips. And condemnations, prized and aimless pool and flow From the quiver in her lower lip. Her hard, cold day deserves a long, dark night. She's entitled. And god may damn, and god may bless, but the devil buys the next round around here. It's not sacrilegious, It's just that we're sick of ourselves, And we know that we're not going anywhere, And we're not going anywhere else. We were the same kids, from the same town, at the same cool on the same playground, And we might have beat you up, and you might have put us down, You might have beat us up, and we might have put you down, But we never thought you'd go so far, and you never thought we'd end up here. You never thought you'd go so far, and we never thought we'd end up here.

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