Birthday song

Twelve Years On The Line

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Words

Verse 1

Ruben, you were here before they fixed the sign
Before the fryer learned to hum in tune
You taught me how to hold a knife and hold my tongue
And how to read a ticket through the noise
Twelve years of making somebody else's dinner
And not one birthday off, not one

Chorus

So happy birthday from the hot side, brother
The whole line's clapping with their gloves still on
There's cake behind the milk crates, don't tell Gina
We saved you the good stool and the last good song

Verse 2

You keep a picture of your daughter by the clock
Curled up from the steam, but she's still smiling
You say the years go quick when you're not looking
Then you look, and there's a woman where she was
I've never seen you take a break you hadn't earned
I've never heard you name a single thing you want

Chorus

So happy birthday from the hot side, brother
The whole line's clapping with their gloves still on
There's cake behind the milk crates, don't tell Gina
We saved you the good stool and the last good song

Bridge

If a room could tell you what it thinks of you
It'd sound like plates and laughing and the door
It'd sound like this, just louder, all night long

Outro

Happy birthday, Ruben
Take the stool, we've got the rest
Twelve years, and we're not done

Make one for someone

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