a friend, a pen and little Tibet

 a friend and i in the middle of quaint little Tibet

it is rare to find it so quiet

yet it is there that you'll find us a mess 

a friend and a beer and floating tissues from Tibet

heads peaking out the railing

phones buzzing but it won't get to our heads

a friend and i meet two dreadful guys in little Tibet

one of them likes sleepy women

when they're near, and there's a long road ahead

a friend, a pen, I'm doodling in little Tibet 

I'm drawing the only person

with whom i can find rest

and yes, we stay for hours and hours

i guess there's no other place to be than little Tibet

when you need a drink, a place to vent

basque cheesecake as a side for your indie mint

and though your friend may feel inhuman 

some hours spent in quaint places like our little Tibet

means familiar people and familiar places

means familiar company and familiar traces

of who you are and always will be

something you'll only find in sweet, quiet, intimate little Tibet.

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