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It sure was a night to remember, I've got the photos all over my wall. The nights such a blur, but I've memories. From the beer split on the carpet.
The bottles were slammed down, the small sing-alongs turned into a crowd.
You and me we got memories. We talked together, we could talked forever. We talked middle school, talked about high school. No shit like the weather, over 70cl & 20 bottles of Stella.
The bottles were slammed down, the small sing-alongs turned into a crowd.
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She's Drowning
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I woke up to a message, saying there is no answer in a bottle. My drunken stupid self, scrolled this on the wall. So now I'm surrounded, by a message from my liver, a request from my kidneys before dig myself this whole. With a bed 6ft deep, your still nothing but an actress. Please tell me what if feels like, to call this casket your home?
Please tell this isn't what you want.
Your children are growing fast, should of treated them like glass because love you it shattered because the drink was all that mattered. Don't get me wrong, my liver is no where near shallow but there is something you got to learn how to, is just say no.
Please tell this isn't what you want.
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I'm rising, then I'm falling. I'm laying down on the ground, that I belong in. I'm sleeping, then I'm heaving. This life takes its toll. Am I getting old. And now...
Week after week. I'm drinking these drinks. My stomachs on bathroom tiles, I'm slurring out my smiles and all I can say is home sweet home.
This work counter. This fucking rota, is swallowing up my time, I claim that its mine. These photos, this bathroom mirror. Reminds me that we're the same, we got no one to blame. And now...
Week after week. I'm drinking these drinks. My stomachs on bathroom tiles, I'm slurring out my smiles and all I can say is home sweet home. I'm not on my own, no I'm not alone.
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