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[Verse] Cracked mirror’s spilling whiskey fire, Neon blood on shattered glass, She knows the tales behind every scar, Mapping chaos no one else can pass. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers crawl beneath the skin, Sins etched deep where pain begins— She pours it out, the bitter sin, Watch the storm ignite within. [Chorus] Raise your glass, the night’s alive, Scars like city streets, we thrive, She reads the wounds we try to hide— Bartender of broken pride. Raise your glass, the night’s alive, Echoes dance where shadows dive, Her knowing eyes, they never lie— In scars we trust, in scars we die. [Verse] Jagged edges, tales collide, Fury’s pulse beneath her hand, Every cut a verse of pain, Sung loud in this shaken land. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers crawl beneath the skin, Sins etched deep where pain begins— She pours it out, the bitter sin, Watch the storm ignite within. [Chorus] Raise your glass, the night’s alive, Scars like city streets, we thrive, She reads the wounds we try to hide— Bartender of broken pride. Raise your glass, the night’s alive, Echoes dance where shadows dive, Her knowing eyes, they never lie— In scars we trust, in scars we die. [Bridge] Fingertips trace the jagged line, Blood and fire, lost in time, Two voices scream inside the storm, In this chaos, we are born. [Chorus] Raise your glass, the night’s alive, Scars like city streets, we thrive, She reads the wounds we try to hide— Bartender of broken pride. Raise your glass, the night’s alive, Echoes dance where shadows dive, Her knowing eyes, they never lie— In scars we trust, in scars we die. [Outro] Night burns down, the scars remain, In her gaze, we feel the flame— Bartender queen of pain and ink, In chaos’ arms, we sink.

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