[country_ballad, slow_measured_pulse, acoustic_centered, clean_presentation, direct_entry, restrained_chorus, tonic_centered_loop, subtle_chorus_lift, sparse_rhythm_section, gentle_guitar_picking, dynamic_density_shift] [sg1-geo-co-it-shln-11-92] [v5.0.2026.0629R] [Verse 1] Two stools spin where they shouldn’t be, I line up the sugars for no one to see. You ask if I’m alright, I nod too fast, The minutes drag, but the night won’t last. [Chorus] I’m holding back what I feel, Trying to act like none of this is real. You’re close enough to make me lose the deal, I’m holding back what I feel. [Verse 2] The bell rings soft, a stranger walks in, You take the order; I fake my grin. Your hand brushes mine as the plates go down, I look away while he looks around. [Chorus] I’m holding back what I feel, Trying to act like none of this is real. You’re close enough to make me lose the deal, I’m holding back what I feel. [Bridge] This place shuts down in just half an hour, I stack the plates, you wipe the counter. I almost say it, then swallow it still, Like silence is something I’m trained to refill. [Final Chorus] I’m holding back what I feel, Trying to act like none of this is real. You’re close enough to make me lose the deal, I’m holding back what I feel. I’m holding back what I feel. [end]
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