An Extra Special Bitter Beer seems sweet
When mixed with waters from the fountain of life
In the headlights of a new city’s street
In a virgin pub on a summer night.
The bubbles rise to the top of my glass
Like my spirit rising up from the tomb
And emerge in my mind to tear off the past
Like a new life would emerge from the womb.
It pours down my throat to wash out the pain
Like the gutters are cleaned out in a storm
And just like the air is after the rain
I am perfected, refreshed, and reborn
And in this escape where there is no strife
I look and find that I am still alive
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